I have been bouldering, inside an actual gym, TWICE this week. I am so healthy. Also, the bouldering room is home to a collection of Fit Bouldering Guys exhibiting their nice forearms. I love a good forearm. And luckily, I've heard there's nothing men find more attractive than short ginger ladies awkwardly clambering up a pretend wall, then jumping off because they're too lazy for climb down properly, then lying on the floor groaning and weeping for a bit, all the while never making eye contact with them because that would be terrifying and might lead to conversation.
I must not focus only on the Fit Bouldering Guys. I must find one who is vegetarian and speaks a collection of interesting dialects.
My dress of hope and wonder came today, but I only tried it on really quickly before bouldering. It did not go well. I felt all frumpy and wrong. I am not trying it on again today because I'm too tired to go upstairs again (it's a hard life), but here's a picture of my albatross wearing it:
It accentuates his curves
I've been thinking more properly about returning to education at some point in the future. It won't be this year. It might be one of the other years. I couldn't sleep last night because I was in a foul mood and started thinking about Plattdeutsch to cheer myself up, because Plattdeutsch is my favourite thing. And I used to know so much about it and think about it all the time, and now I mostly think about what washing powder to use or whether I can escape Alnwick at the weekend or whether I'm running out of kitchen towel. I used to know actual stuff and now I've forgotten quite a bit of Platt. I was conversationally fluent (with the odd bit of code-switching) when I was living in Oldenburg but now I could barely complete a sentence, although obvs I can still understand quite a bit, just as any speaker of German and Dutch could. I want to learn and research so many more things. I think I'm scared that whatever I end up doing will turn out like my awful first and only semester of my MA in Germany, of which learning Plattdeutsch was the sole high point.
I'm (fairly) content here for the next year or so, but for various reasons (see yesterday's post for those who have the Power), I kind of think that nothing is forever. Or at least not this, perhaps. I want to keep translating because I loves it, but if there was a way to combine studying and translation, it'd also help solve the 'lol how do I afford this all' problem.
Also I'm still obsessing over the tragic misplacement of my Thermos flask, meaning I've only had one small cup of coffee today and none at all at work. I have no idea where it can have gone. I think this is going to tip me over the edge of sanity.