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Words for Wednesday - 18. januar

For English, please scroll dovn - repost sorry. The first one did strange things to my blog.

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Words for Wednesday - Onsdagsord - blev startet af en Blogger ved navn Delores for snart mange år siden. Hun forlod blogverdenen pga en dum trold, men det her var for sjovt til at holde op med. Nu er det Elephant's Child, der er vores tovholder, og mange af os bidrager med ord.
     I januar er det Sandi, der giver os ordene. De er at finde hos Elephant's Child. I dag her vi fået et stykke musik: Battlestar Galactica Opening Theme fra 1978 og disse ord:

I will forgive this    --     Jeg vil tilgive det her
Let me help     --     Lad mig hjælpe
Tomorrow you will see     --     Det kan du se i morgen
How will I know it's you?     --     Hvordan kan jeg vide, at det er dig
You will      --      Det ved du.
      Og/eller
Those chains will break      --      De kæder vil knække.
Tell me      --      Sig mig / Fortæl mig.
It's a lie      --      Det er løgn.
Tomorrow      --      I morgen.
Again      --      Igen.

     Heldigvis må vi selv om hvad vi gør med stikordene og hvor mange af dem, vi bruger. Jeg springer musikken over og bruger, som det er min sædvane, de øvrige ord i den rækkefølge, vi har fået dem.
     Og så fortsætter jeg min evighedshistorie om Susan, her som ældre, i Firenze sammen med Knud, hendes ægtemand, medsammensvorne og med-troldmand.


"Jeg vil tilgive det her," sagde Susan, "men det kommer til at tage noget tid. Jeg er ikke så helgenagtig som du er." Susan stod over den lille håndvask på deres hotelværelse og forsøgte at vaske det grønne blæk af, som den unge hjælper på biblioteket havde spildt ud over hendes taske.
     "Lad mig hjælpe," sagde Knud. "Hold tasken åben, så samler jeg de ting op, der ikke har fået blæk på sig. Det skulle give dig en større chance for at få det hele væk uden at ødelægge noget."
Susan åbnede sin taske, og Knud tog nogle af Susans bog, hendes dagbog, akvarelsæt og penalhus op af tasken.
     "Det ser ud til, at alle de vigtige ting ikke blev ramt af blæk-faldet," sagde han og forsøgte at lade være med at grine, men det lykkedes ikke helt. Susan gav ham et ondt blik og kiggede så ned i tasken.
     "Det ser faktisk ud til at du har ret. Det er kun bananerne, der er helt indsmurte i blæk."
     Knud tørrede tingene af i masser af papirhåndklæder og lagde dem ind på gulvet i værelset ved siden af. Da han vendte tilbage, havde Susan tømt taskens indhold i en grøn, gennemblødt bunke i vasken og var ved at kaste en trylleformular på sin taske. "Jeg forsøger mig med en variant af den vandafvisende besværgelse," sagde hun. "Det kan du se i morgen. Nu har jeg brug for et bad, jeg føler mig grøn over det hele."
     "Det er du altså ikke," sagde Knud. "Men tag dog et bad, så går jeg ud og køber nogle nye bananer og nogle snacks og finder måske endda et godt sted til vores aftencappuccino. Kommer du, når jeg kalder?"
     "Hvordan skal jeg vide, at det er dig?" spurgte Susan.
     "Det ved du!" Knud sagde med et skævt smil og listede ud af døren, mens han lod sikkerhedskæderne sidde på plads.
     "De kæder går i stykker, hvis du bliver ved på den måde. Men fint nok, jeg har ikke lyst til at lukke dem, i halvnøgen tilstand og og mens jeg drypper grønt vand ud over det hele." sagde Susan til hans ryg.

Da Susan igen var klædt på, og redte og flettede sit hår, hørte hun fløjten nede fra gaden. Først tog hun ikke rigtig af det, men så gik det op for hende, at det måtte være Knud. Han fløjtede Greensleeves! Susan grinede, løb hen til vinduet og kiggede forbi skodderne. Ja, det var ham. Hun åbnede skodderne og vinkede til ham. "Jeg kommer ned om lidt," mimede hun. Knud nikkede og satte sig på en af stolene langs gaden. De var placeret der for at holde bilerne fra at parkere på grund af et eller andet lavoro, der fandt sted i morgen, men de var meget praktiske at vente på.
     "Fortæl mig, hvor vi skal hen og have cappuccino," sagde Susan, da hun havde sluttet sig til Knud nede på gaden.
     "Det vil jeg helst ikke. Det er en overraskelse. Bare følg med." Han så lige så spændt ud som et barn juleaften, og Susan tog hans hånd og fulgte efter ham rundt om hjørner og ned ad smalle gader.
     "Luk øjnene!" beordrede Knud og Susan adlød. Varsomt ledte han hende rundt om endnu et par hjørner og ind gennem en dør. Susan kunne dufte kaffe, god kaffe, høre klirren af kopper og skeer, cappuccinomaskinens sprutten og hvæsen og mumlen fra mange stemmer.
Knud hjalp hende ned at sidde og bad hende så åbne øjnene.
     "Det er løgn!" udbrød Susan. På væggen hang et kæmpe Medici-stamtræ, og manden bag baren var endnu en kopi af Lorenzo il Magnifico. Denne her var velplejet, havde skulderlangt kulsort hår og var klædt i tøj med et snit, der med lidt god vilje kunne ligne renæssancetøj.
     Knud bestilte to cappuccinoer, og de drak langsomt, mens de nød den gode kaffe, det cremede mælkeskum og det knasende sukker. Perfekt.
     Susan sukkede. "Så mange mysterier. I morgen må vi prøve at nå til bunds i bare nogle af dem.
      "Igen er vi enige, min kære." sagde Knud.

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Words for Wednesday was started by a Blogger named Delores many years ago. She left the blogging world because of a stupid troll, but this was too much fun to quit. Now, Elephant's Child is our top dog, and many of us contribute words.
     In January, it's Sandi giving us the words. They can be found at Elephant's Child. For today we are given a piece of music: Battlestar Galactica Opening Theme from 1978 and these words:

I will forgive this.
Let me help.
Tomorrow you will see.
How will I know it's you?
You will.
     And/or
Those chains will break.
Tell me.
It's a lie.
Tomorrow.
Again.

     Fortunately, we can do what we like with the prompts and use as many or as few as we like. I'll skip the music and, as is my custom, use the other words in the order they were given.
     And so I continue my ever-continuing story of Susan, here as an elder, in Florence with Knud, her husband, co-conspirator and co-wizard.


"I will forgive this," Susan said, "but it's going to take some time. I'm not as saintly as you are." Susan stood over the tiny sink in their hotel room, trying to wash out the green ink, the young helper at the library had spilled over her bag.
"Let me help," Knud said. "Hold open the bag, then I pick up the things not stained by the ink. That should give you a better chance of getting it all off without damaging anything down there."
Susan opened her bag and Knud pulled out some of Susan's book, her diary, watercolour sets  and pencil case.
"It seems all the important stuff were not hit by the cascading ink," he said, trying not to laugh, but not quite suceeding. Susan gave him a stinky eye and then looked into the bag. "No really! Only the bananas are totally soaked"
Knud dried off the stuff in lots of paper towels, and put them down on the floor in the adjacent room.
When he returned, Susan had emptied the bag's content in a green, soggy heap in the sink and was quietly casting a spell on her bag. "I tried a variation of the water-proofing spell," she said. "Tomorrow you will see. Now I need a bath, I feel green all over."
"You're not," Knud said. "But do take a bath, then I'll go shopping for some new bananas and some snacks and maybe even find a nice place for our evening cappuccinos. Will you come when I call?"
"How will I know it's you?" Susan asked.
"You will!" Knud said with a lopsided smile and sneaked out the door, leaving the security chains in place.
"Those chains will break if you keep on like this. But fine, I don't feel like closing them after you half naked and dripping green water all over." Susan said to his back.

When Susan once again was dressed, combing and braiding her hair, she heard a whistle from below. At first she did not really notice it, but then she realized that it had to be Knud. He was whistling Greensleeves! Susan laughed, ran to the window and looked past the shutters. Yes it was him. She opened up the shutters and wawed at him. "I'll be down shortly," she mimed. Knud gave a nod and sat down on one of the chairs along the street. Placed there to keep the cars off parking because of some lavoro, taking place tomorrow, but very practical for waiting.
"Tell me where we go for cappuccinos?" Susan asked when she had joined Knud at the street.
"I won't, just follow me." He looked as excited as a child before Christmas and Susan took his hand and followed around corners and down narrow lanes. "Close your eyes!" Knud ordered. Susna complied, and slowly he propelled her around a few more corners, and in through a door. Susan could smell the coffee brewing, good coffee, hear the tinkling of cups and spoons, the hissing of the cafetera and the murmur of many voices.
Knud helped her sit, and bade her open her eyes.
"It's a lie!" Susan exclaimed. On the wall hung a giant Medici family tree, and the man behind the bar was another spitting image of Lorenzo il Magnifico. This one well groomed, shouldre long jet black hair, and dressed in modern clothes, in a cut that with just a little imagination could resemble Rennaissance clothing.
Knud ordered two cappuccino, an they drank slowly, savouring the good coffe, the creamy milky foam and the crunchy sugar. Perfect.
Susan sighed. "So many mysteries. Tomorrow well have to try and get to the bottom of just some of them.
 "Again we agree, my dear." Knud said.

10 kommentarer:

  1. As always, I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you, Susan and Knud.

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    1. Thank you. And thanks fo re-posting your comment :)

      Slet
  2. Crunchy sugar. Mm. What kind of cappuccino is that? You made me want one!

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    1. The best. A normal one, only you save a little bit of the sugar for after stirring and sprinkle it on the foam.

      Slet
  3. Oh! Very well done. I love this chapter.

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  4. Nice tip with the sugar. Susan is very lucky with her Knud.

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