So good the weekend was, the start of the week wasn’t. This Tuesday is lost. After a bad night I slept in, did not reach the set goals, was just running around to pick up things, and finally gave in around the late afternoon – nothing to expect today any more: Tomorrow is another day and a new start.
Friday was my last seminar. We had a last hour of resuming and discussion – the date (20. Juli ) gave a good start – and than went to a small tavern. They make good beer there, especial “Sternla” (= little star) is an interesting brew.
I am waiting for some answers from possible customers and/or employers, but nothing so far. A possible project went bang – promises are not worth a dime anymore – and that means the financial planing needs revision, to put it mildly.
Clouds roll in low, shades of gray blue white, the next downpour is imminent – Charles Fort wrote once about us humans living on the bottom of a sea-bed, looking up to the surface where the merchand-ships sail – and sometimes they loose something or they brake. Than it’s raining fish in the desert or red herring in London – aah Charley Fort was crazy but wrote interesting books and spent his time in the British Library – and not just this last point makes me sympathize with him. I know of the Fortean organisation and the Fortean Times. I actually checked some of his sources when I read his books and found his citations correct. One story of tiny coffins that were found in a cave in Scotland made my shiver. So my new catch of the week is the Charles Fort Institute.