TUSAL maj 2019

     Uglemor flyver stadig rundt fra den ene browser til den anden. Der er ikke nogen, der er rigtig gode længere, men der skal jo ske et eller andet.  
     Da Uglemor så skulle ud og lukke for hønsene i aftes så månen sådan her ud.

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MotherOwl is still flying from one browser to the next, trying them for their nesting properties. None of them are greatly satisfying, even after extensions and customizing.
But MotherOwl is not sitting in front of the computer all day long, other thing happen as well.
As MotherOwl went out to shut the hens in for the night, the Moon looked like this.

      Og da Uglemor så så havde kameraet fremme og kom i tanke om at nymåne jo betyder TUSAL - så måtte det jo tages et billede af stumperne også.
     Uglemor undskylder for den lidet charmerende baggrund. En hvid plastikpose var det der var i nærheden. Alle de her stumper stammer fra fabrikationen af hashi-bukuro - stof-etuier til spisepinde. Mere om dem i de kommende dage.

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And now I had found the camera, and remembered that new noon means TUSAL. I had to find my ORTs and snap a photo of those as well.

Excuse the very un-flattering plastic bag used as backdrop.  All these ORTs come from the sewing of hashi-bukuro - wrappers for chopsticks, more about those later. 

Mere om Hashi-bukuro her.  -- 📍-- More about Hashi-bukuro here.

Pausemonster

Uglemor beklager. På grund af alt bøvlet med Mozilla Firefox, addons der ikke kan bruges osv., er Uglemor fløjet fra Firefox og er nu ved at finde sig en ny rede. Det kan vare nogle dage, før det hele bliver normalt igen.
I får et pause-monster til at kigge på så længe.

MotherOwl is sorry. All the trouble with Mozilla Firefox updating/not updating their addons, has made MotherOwl stretch her wings and fly away from the Firefox. She's now testing new nesting places, and it might be some days before normal owlish behavior will be resumed.
Here's a pause-monster to look at in the meantime.

Poetry Monday :: Shoes

Delores of Mumblings and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey are taking turns hosting Poetry Monday.
Today's theme is Shoes. (courtesy of Jenny).

I wrote a poem in my head, assured that I would remember it, as I did with the longish Awakening. But next day only two lines remained in my brain. I felt very sorry for myself, and have tried to re-build, re-construct and re-anything this poem but to no avail. I had to make a new one. It is not as good as the old one, but it is here:


Of  shoes I know a thing or ten,
They often come in pair.
And though it happens now and then,
They're seldom solitaire.

They touch the ground
in leaps and bound
or shuffle when we're old.

You can wear shoe
If they fit you,
Or live in one, I'm told.

They need a grease
whene'er you please.
And more when they get old.

They can be blue,
and yellow too.
Some even come in gold.

They close with zippers, buttons, strings
with lace or Velcro-things.
When all is said and truth will out
I'll rather go without.

Words for Wednesday - The Beginnings 5

 In May 2019 Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulcher are providing the prompts. They will be published by Elephant's Child.
 
 This week's prompts are

Scuttle 
Rapper 
Drop 
Machine 
Flowery 
Button

Oops. I only noticed the first set of  prompts today, and I used only five of those. 
Actually I already had written today's chapter in advance. The words were already in the text or fit in seamlessly. except for machine.
Erm, maybe I'll have to use the rest in a later instalment ... 
Here's the other half: 

Cashback 
Tipping 
Pizza 
Energy 
Unsubstantiated 
Clear
 
Anyway I just continued the story about Susan's first visit to Unicorn Farm. 
 
I need help. In Danish we distinguish easily between people pulling rabbits out of hats and coins from peoples' ears: Tryllekunstnere, and those changing people into cats and making strawberries grow and ripe in minutes: Troldmænd. I can't seem to grasp this difference in English. Except from calling the first kind stage magicians, as opposed to the real ones.
All this translating and editing in English do indeed help me realize that I can't translate passages, that I have not yet finished to some degree. Fuzzy, sketchy or foggy passages in Danish turn meaningless when I try to translate them. This is showing me the weak spots in my writings. And it is a great eye opener, and an exercise I would recommend every writer knowing a second language.

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As Thora had foreseen, Linda had had so much fun with the children from near by, farm that she talked all through the evening meal. Mom and Dad didn't have time to question  Susan how the summer school had been, they were satisfied by her "very nice!". Neither did they wonder why she was even quieter than she used to be. Linda's horse magazine also included a small gift. A small suitcase with miniature horses inside. When you opened the suitcase there was a tiny barn and a riding track inside. Linda's fingers and eyes were busy as well, and she let Susan have her stick to herself.
After dinner, the adult continued the ritual with soda, Campari and the Olympics. Linda was tired, and Mom sent her to bed early. Susan sat outside on the patio with her stick. She sat watching the setting sun bring colour to the clouds and let the fingers run up and down the stick feeling all the little smiles in the bark.
"A magic wand ..." she thought. "Maybe I can conjure up rabbits out of hats or flowers out of silk scarves just like the magician at the party." She shook her head. Magicians were cheats, everyone said so. They couldn't do magic at all. It was done with invisible strings, mirrors and dexterity. What she had seen today could not be explained away like that. She swung the stick tentatively through the air, just like she had seen the wizards do at the Unicorn Farm. She could feel the joy flowing through her, and suddenly small greenish and white sparks sprang from the end of the wand. She almost dropped it. Quietly she went to bed. She would not ruin the evening by trying more.

* * *

Next morning, Susan woke up very early. At first she could not understand why she was in such an exceptional mood. Then she remembered it all and was afraid that it had only been a dream. She closed her eyes again and saw the strange people, Torben's beautiful beard, the black man who looked like a pirate, the tow headed twins with all the friendly wrinkles. The children from all the Nordic countries, the undressing and selection. It was far too long and detailed for to be a dream.
"My wand!" she thought, and her hands groped under the quilt until her fingers closed on the slender stick, and a smile spread on her face. It was real! Linda turned over with that little grunt that usually annoyed Susan no end, but today she only smiled indulgently.
After breakfast, Susan told that there were others from the summer school who lived nearby and that she would go together with them to school today. As soon as Mom and dad nodded, she ran out of the door and found her way to the small, yellow farmhouse up the road. It was one of the few houses in the area that was not a summer house. 
Susan noticed the door rapper. It was formed a bit like a pirate's flag only with an old fashioned top hat for the scull, and two cross-laid wands below with stars sprinkled around it. She hesitantly raised it and let it fall. Shortly a friendly-looking lady with long, brown curls dressed in a sunshine yellow dress opened the door. "You must be Susan. I'm Sandra, mother of Heidi, Lis and Tage. They told us about you last night. Do come in and wait for them."
Susan thanked her and went in. It was a small, cosy home, filled with strange objects. It was not messy, just very, very full. There was a fireplace, with a small, but warm fire, and near the fire a man sat in a rocking chair with his lap full of balls of fuzzy, grey yarn. He had a long, pointed beard, Susan remembered having seen such a beard before. As the man caught sight of Susan, he moved and all the yarn balls fell on the floor. They jumped and scuttled around, and Susan realized that it was not balls of yarn at all, but baby rabbits.
"Kai at your service!" he said, bowing to Susan. He was dressed in a bottle green dressing gown with purple, flowery patterns and big, sky blue buttons.
"Kai, you're scaring the girl," Sandra warned, but Susan was too curious to be really scared. Her eyes went all over. There were quirky flower bouquets in vases, silk scarves hung out to dry on a string in front of the stove and there were at least 10 wands in a disorderly pile on the table.
"The magician from the party," Susan gasped. "But ... how. I mean ... why? uh ..." Susan fell silent.
Kai laughed quietly. "Isn't it the easiest way to hide my magic? I mean, nobody believes that stage magicians really use magic, they know it's all cheating and sleight of hand. But I'm the real thing." He laughed even louder, an infectious laugh and both Sandra and Susan laughed with him. At the same time, Lis and Tage came bumping down the stairs.
"You're late. Where's Heidi?" said Kai still smiling. Susan breathed deeply to stop the bubbling laugh, and looked up when Heidi came in from the garden.
"I dropped one of my hair bands, the ones with blue balls and it fell out of the window. Now it's gone," she complained, "Oh! Hello Susan, good to see you again."
"Mom, why can't we use magic, just a little bit. It would be so easy to find my hair band myself."
"Stop pestering me, Heidi," Sandra sighed, "I do understand how you feel, and yes, it would be great, if only to stop you bothering me. But no! And that's final."
Kai stopped his index fingers all the way into the ears with the other fingers pointing in all directions. "I'll find it. Don't you worry." He grabbed a wand from the table and went out into the garden. There was a loud bang. and when he returned inside, his face was black. He laughed again and the kids and Sandra laughed with him.
Kai looked dramatic. "It was one of the wands I use for the performances," he laughed, "Sandra, you must find it."
Sandra walked into the doorway, pulled out her magic wand and muttered a spell. Heidi's hair band sprang up from the grass and landed in Sandra's outstretched hand. She handed it to Heidi. "Here you are, honey. And now scram, you'll be late."
Heidi hurriedly wrapped the hair band around her pig tail and the four children went smartly along the path towards the Unicorn Farm.

"Are your parents real magicians?" asked Susan.
"Yes!" Tage and Lis answered simultaneously. Heidi, who had anticipated this, nodded energetically.
"Mom always boasts that they both descend from ancient wizard families. They are related to all the well-known witches in history, all the way back to Merlin and the ancient Greeks." It was Tage who replied, and Lis continued: "But Dad works as you saw as a stage magician, and Mother takes a turn at the local Supermarket when it is needed. That is not very magic."
"Isn't it great to be able to do magic?" Susan asked.
"You heard what Mum said," Lis replied, "we're not allowed to do any magic at all, even though Tage is very good at it."
"She's scared to be found out  and burned at the stake. No, I don't mean that," Tage said, "the stake, that is. She's afraid of being found out. Then something terrible will happen," she says. 
"Yes, that's how she is," Heidi said. "But I'm looking forward to the summer school. We're going to do loads of magic."

Det man lover ... kan man ikke altid holde

Not always keeping my promises.
I promised to say nothing more about buses and timetables, but now the new updates has arrived. It is even worse than I feared. A rant with an English test in the end.  I suppose you can - as Elephant's Child says - embiggen the photos by clicking on them.

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     Jeg lovede jo at jeg ikke ville sige mere om busser, køreplaner og "serviceforbedringer". Men nu er de nye køreplaner kommet. Og ud over at der præcis som jeg frygtede ville ske, er kommet uannoncerede køreplansændringer på en af vore ruter, så er det værre end jeg frygtede. Dette er fra den ikke-ændrede. De andre foto var for ringe


Prøv at kigge her:

Table 1.

Hvornår går bussen?  Vi går lige lidt tættere på.

Close up of table 1

Ja, hvornår mon?

Og for at føje spot til skade får vi opdateret tavlerne hvert andet år. Hvad, fik du ikke det med? Det står skam lige her.

Close up of the small print in table 1.

Og vi har endnu tilgode at opleve et år, der ikke bringer mindst to fornyelser i køreplanerne.
Det her er ringe, det er værre end ubrugeligt!
Nedenunder er så den sædvanlige svada med at man kan sende en SMS, ringe (og hænge i kø i det uendelige) eller bruge den uduelige rejseplan.

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If you ever come visiting me, you've better rent a car. These two yellow timetables are all you have to find out when the bus is leaving. I suppose that your mobile phone provider is not Danish.

And then: Updated every 2nd year. We have yet to see a year that brings less than two changes to the timetables.

Test: When will the bus be leaving Friday afternoon?