August vacation notes.

No issues with luggage this time. Love how every other Friday is sea shanties and pirate music now, and that the entire S&S crew are doing it. A strange and unexpected, but welcome unity. Guzzling sparkling water, listening to AI rock, reading image books for children in Deutsch - life is good. Ich spechen Deutsch das Klingon Weg!

Seine Sticks verwirbeln stumm,

Staub und Dreck um ihn herum,

Bumm bumm tschakk und tschakk tschakk bumm,

nu für sich, kein Publikum!"

Indoor breeze is the best in shade.

CSD in Frankfurt. Wore a hat. Eat Indian. Party in the evening.

Sunday: sleep, more sleep, nap time, much resting, Thai chicken and pineapple sweet and sour, outdoor evening walk (WARM).

Spice sick. Nursing duty. "It's a thing, about the fact..." Books came. Thunder and lightning and wet laundry, because heavy rain. House Edelving created.

Phantasia Land. Largest new car ride to date. Why is there a dragon in Berlin? Feeding bees. Glad for wearing trousers. Danslo taking form. River Quest: Soaking wet. Much laughter.

Something changed. No dogs with tentacles, please. The German countryside is beautiful. Kebab with lamb.

Mech ideas and compositions contemplated. Vacation photo taken. Kashkin/Kasrkin? Big day tomorrow. "Of all the men  the drunkard is the foulest.  The thief when he is not stealing is like another. The extortioner does not practice in the home. The murderer when he is at home can wash his hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in his own bed and dissolves his organs in alcohol." (Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls.)

No confirmation of dog, child or sleepover. Prep work smooth. Outfit fancy level lowered to practical summer wear. (Still looking very nice, of course.) When you walk past the bunnies and they ignore you, you know you are accepted by them. Dress makes me feel like a Star Trek the Original Series woman in uniform. Party went well: old friends, new friends, friends made at the party, friendly not-quite-friends-yet. Sausage jokes, none eaten.

Lovely morning after and relaxed (late) beginning of the Sunday. Righteously bragging to my people and my group. Good feedback, too. Slow day.

Vacation but daily life task day.

The golden age of leather rang the doorbell. Delightful smell. Grimm brothers birth city visited. Homemade Italian evening meal (not pasta nor pizza).

Spice sick. LANCER art and creativity. Cultural background assumed the same proven incorrect.

Long uncomfortable night of scratching.

Please do not throw the snot paper into the bunny pen. The fruitbat, accompanied by much swearing, went under the bed. Lots o' Helluva Boss. Owlin Wizard, Divination.

Journey back.