Pirkko's rose..? 17 11 25 (15) 25 1 30
Because of stuff going down in my old age I have been
maybe a bit too hard on myself just these past few days, maybe because it will
soon be my b-d again when the age I am today will be gone forever..? And then
there is so much bad news doing the rounds like in UK yesterday it was said
their economic hard times may take 2 decades to recover from, to return the
country to pre-2008 crash times. Then the stories about people like Weinstein
and all the people's careers, chiefly budding actresses whose careers he and
his ilk blighted: truly unbelievable, the latest revelations from Uma T, but
someone still too angry to give vent to all she wishes to say on the
subject...
So by way of a wee bit of light relief I wish to
relate a tale from my early 20s when I was still young and innocent, during the
first winter I spent in this country where on the present occasion I shall have
lived here continuously for the last 30 years come January 2018. I had
previously been a temporary resident for the two previous summers for 6 weeks
the first summer when I was aged 20 and the second summer when I was resident 3
months, but for my third visit I came the following year around mid-summer time
and I stayed over the winter to depart for UK at the beginning May: when I had
to re-sit a single examination in Physical Chemistry, so that in the next
academic year I should be able to resume my course of studies in Organic,
Inorganic and Physical Chemistry, as a part of my part-time day release course
of studies... A nice interlude to be sure for a 22/23 year old.
It was my first winter on cross country skies and
around Easter time I skied 70 km about 45 miles in 12 hours with a bunch of
guys from work, almost breaking my back in the process: coasting down hill
through the forest was fine but when it came to making plough-like movement to
attain the following incline the muscles in my back took increasing
exception...All in all I skied around 500 km for the season say 315 -320 miles,
which tells something of the kind of life-style I had during my free time.
Well I had a girl friend in the country at the time, someone I had met during my first summer here but if I remember correctly she
only came to visit me once during the whole winter when we perhaps skied 26 km
say16 miles together: naturally she as a native more proficient though I may have surprised her with my rapid progress from scratch.
But my camp companion Jerry, this Austrian guy, a
fellow chemistry undergraduate had stayed until New Year when he returned to
Graz to continue his studies, and when as he was leaving the house the
company had provided the two of us, asked me to deliver his plants to his
girlfriend, P, who was the Production Director's Secretary, which would also mean from that point on he ceased increasingly to consider me a friend...
Jerry was one of life's misanthropists in the sense
that he could never really trust anyone and to be clear about it, the reason lay
in the image he saw in his shaving mirror every morning, hahaha…
I dutifully delivered his plants and very soon
thereafter we began skiing together on a Sunday sometimes going back to
her place afterwards, sometimes returning to my detached house with its single occupancy, save for visitors... Well it didn’t take many weeks of these activities before P
began to cast aspersions about my manhood, suggesting perhaps that my
preferences lay among my own sex, and this before lawfully it became cool to
exhibit whatever sexual proclivity took one’s fancy. Naturally I took exception
to her suggestion and by way of reinforcing my point I took her in my arms, but
fortunately not to the extent I would jeopardize my future chances of receiving an anonymous gift
of a single red rose thrust into the door handle of my house, as I visited it
for the last time on my day of departure. What I sweet gesture but by that time
my friendship with her boyfriend Jerry was ancient history, hahaha. Have a good
day everyone as I am sure you have had the odd Jerry-like figure in your ancient
history too..?
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