The Bin Returns
I've been busy invigilating, writing and preparing dinners. Maria and Giannis left two weeks ago. Maria passed her viva with minor changes (a couple of typos basically), so another Dr. has been released in the open...
As I said, I am invigilating exams, which is excellent because during invigilations I get lots of work done. People say, one needs to have options, so that one decides by oneself...Fair enough; but what happens when you have too many options and you are really undecisive person? Being in a room for 3 hours and not been able to leave it is perhaps not the definition of free option and decision. However, it works for my thesis all right.
My room is a mess again, but at that period of time that mess gives me a feeling of productive everydayness.
What DHRG stands for? Anyone willing to take a guess? I will be talking about it more in the coming posts. For the moment, let's see who reads that blog...
Our two Japanese housemates are moving out in the end of June. Mayra and Huso are moving in. More about this (and for a housewarming party) in the future.
And let me get down to the main issue of this post: The Bin.
Last Monday, after the bin collectors emptied our weekly waste, our bin disappeared. Every one of the neighbours went and collected their bins, happy and pleased. Only we found ourselves standing in the frontyard sad and concerned with the surprising absence of our bin. Where had the number 17 bin gone? And what were we going to do now, without our bin?
We felt at loss in the non-view of our bin-friend. I went around looking for it; I went in our neighbours backyards, I snicked into their semi-private outdoor areas but nothing. Every other bin seemed to have resumed their weekday location, ready for re-filling.
All week passed with the bin gone missing and, although we started losing hope that we would see it again, we were waiting for today's gathering of all the bins of the neighbourhood in the particular collecting area to see whether our beloved and so-needed bin would reappear. And, indeed, as miracously and unexplained it had disappeared in the first place, in the same way it appeared again, few yards away from our front door. It has to be said, that the return of the missing bin brought a lot of joy and excitement in our household, not to mention the pleasure of finally placing the black bags into the bin. Mimicking CSI Miami techniques, I forensicely examined our returned bin for clues that would lead to an explanation of the disappearance, but I couldn't find anything. Nevertheless, seeing the square meter on the left of the door been again occupied by our black bin with the white 17 number on it, put things right again.
However, the mystery of the disappearance remains, as perhaps also the reasons for it. I am wondering whether we should arrange some shifts tonight to ensure the bin's safety and perhaps solve the mystery, but such suggestion won't probably go down well with my housemates.
The bin has returned. But will it stay?
As I said, I am invigilating exams, which is excellent because during invigilations I get lots of work done. People say, one needs to have options, so that one decides by oneself...Fair enough; but what happens when you have too many options and you are really undecisive person? Being in a room for 3 hours and not been able to leave it is perhaps not the definition of free option and decision. However, it works for my thesis all right.
My room is a mess again, but at that period of time that mess gives me a feeling of productive everydayness.
What DHRG stands for? Anyone willing to take a guess? I will be talking about it more in the coming posts. For the moment, let's see who reads that blog...
Our two Japanese housemates are moving out in the end of June. Mayra and Huso are moving in. More about this (and for a housewarming party) in the future.
And let me get down to the main issue of this post: The Bin.
Last Monday, after the bin collectors emptied our weekly waste, our bin disappeared. Every one of the neighbours went and collected their bins, happy and pleased. Only we found ourselves standing in the frontyard sad and concerned with the surprising absence of our bin. Where had the number 17 bin gone? And what were we going to do now, without our bin?
We felt at loss in the non-view of our bin-friend. I went around looking for it; I went in our neighbours backyards, I snicked into their semi-private outdoor areas but nothing. Every other bin seemed to have resumed their weekday location, ready for re-filling.
All week passed with the bin gone missing and, although we started losing hope that we would see it again, we were waiting for today's gathering of all the bins of the neighbourhood in the particular collecting area to see whether our beloved and so-needed bin would reappear. And, indeed, as miracously and unexplained it had disappeared in the first place, in the same way it appeared again, few yards away from our front door. It has to be said, that the return of the missing bin brought a lot of joy and excitement in our household, not to mention the pleasure of finally placing the black bags into the bin. Mimicking CSI Miami techniques, I forensicely examined our returned bin for clues that would lead to an explanation of the disappearance, but I couldn't find anything. Nevertheless, seeing the square meter on the left of the door been again occupied by our black bin with the white 17 number on it, put things right again.
However, the mystery of the disappearance remains, as perhaps also the reasons for it. I am wondering whether we should arrange some shifts tonight to ensure the bin's safety and perhaps solve the mystery, but such suggestion won't probably go down well with my housemates.
The bin has returned. But will it stay?
posted by kostis43 @ 7:35 pm
1 Comments:
At 8:06 am,
Anonymous said…
I love your way of writing!!!! it is very smooth and funny!!
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