Searching for the Perfect Seas

Posted by Unguided on August 30th, 2008 at 06:04 am.
Category: Encounters

yacht anchored in aegean

I am back, finally! Being unemployed for so long had taken its toll and I had to take a vacation to shake off all the dust. Fortunately, living in Turkey gives some privileges, so I did not have to take a long distance flight, bored with complicated hotel bookings, transfers at an airport in strange hours of the day, or night.

However, I am picky when it comes to where to go, if it is summer time. I have some rules, or so claim a few of my friends. I call them habits. I admit, it is sometimes difficult to explain to those who have not been born by the sea, but those who have will probably sympathize with me.

So, without further ado, my rules, written or unwritten:

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Renewing the Garden Furniture

Posted by Unguided on July 25th, 2008 at 07:44 am.
Category: Ueberthoughts

It was Lala who got me in this shopping frenzy. She gave a mouth drooling account of her feelings about watching the storm and enjoying nature’s symphony entitled “Falling Rain” (her words, not mine) in her post Like Mother, Like Son.

After reading the article, I peacefully went to bed. In summer we hardly see thunder storms, let alone tornadoes here. The temperature is hardly below 35 degrees (Celsius, do the math yourselves to convert to Fahrenheit), humidity always high. It has a peculiar kind of appeal, though. And I woke up to a day with dark clouds gathering and a medium northerly wind, reminding me to take two aspirins in order to prevent the expected headache to come whenever there is a sharp drop in the temperature.

I started to prepare the breakfast, and took the plates, glasses, and the tea pot (I do it, the tea I mean, very well by the way) out to the garden like I often do in this time of year. Everything was alright until halfway through the breakfast. Then, a few things started to bother me. The old wooden table, chairs I repaired a hundred times, the fading color of the umbrella on the other side, the window panes crying “Paint me,” even the birds on the now old bench were singing differently. As the wind increased its intensity, so did the itch. There was only one way to stop it.

Patio Preserve

I got back inside, fired up the PC, started googling for companies offering garden furniture, patio products, etc. Found a good looking one with really good looking patio furniture and garden decor called Patio Preserve, and picked up 5000 dollar worth of their product line for my shopping cart. When I reached the payment page, I learned that they were not shipping to Turkey but only 50 states of USA, and etc, etc. While I was muttering lovely phrases of the Turkish language one after the other (language is important in swearing; imagine doing it in French and you’ll understand. Some languages are simply not fit for the job, but Turkish is) my itch was already over.

The truth is I already knew they were not shipping to Turkey. The first thing I check in on-line shopping is the shipping policy of the company, but it’s a trick I learned from my mother and improvised for the cyber world. She used to go out for shopping whenever she felt depressed or angry, although there was really, I mean really nothing to shop for. She told me “It’s the voyage, not the destination that counts.” Apparently it works!

Garden safely and naturally with the Arbico Organics!

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Summer’s here, at Last!

Posted by Unguided on June 17th, 2008 at 02:55 pm.
Category: Ueberthoughts

cat fallen asleep

One thing I really like about Turkey is its warm, or should I say hot summers. It forces your whole biorhythm change, days become nights, nights become days. A new meaning, a new perception. The season of fantasies…

My favorite time in a summer day is the afternoon. The sun is at its peak, shadows are the smallest and any move, any little move makes you sweat. Sweet… It is as if its sole purpose is to teach us how beautiful lazing can be. Lazing, lying, with your eyes closed, your breathing barely audible…

Scent of the pines, salt, the dream of tequila I will have in a couple of hours, eyes closing. Time to fantasize.

Back room, with white curtains, in a bed of white sheets. An almost non-existing wind making the curtains sway gently, still, strong enough to carry the scent of the pines. A couple of birds singing in a low key, they too are afraid to move, sparing their energy.

I can hardly keep my eyes open. Yet I manage to take a last glance at her face, the sweat above her upper lip…

Sometimes it is really good to be unemployed!

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