Ogres, Beasts & Trolls

Growing up as an imaginary princess has made me aware of the "necessity" of a prince. The purpose of this fantasy character has (obviously) changed over the years, but in searching for that magical being I've at least discovered some crucial and constant traits that need to be present. But I also wonder if there might be a scientific approach to this problem, since real life is quite far from a fairy tale? Could someone tell me the official frog/prince ratio, if there is one? 10 to 1? 100 to 1? More, most likely. And how's the math regarding the actual assignment of princes? I mean if you're lucky enough to once have encountered a handsome nobleman, and he then rides off into the sunset without you, is that it? A 1 to 1 ratio for princes/princesses, which mean you the next time have to settle for a toad?

And further, doesn't it seem like the princess always has to prove she's the real thing, by sleeping on peas and other unpleasant activities, while the prince just can claim he's a royal under a spell and then the princess willingly kisses him despite being both grim and slimy. No need for hard work or evidence there, right? But I guess that's not the "princes’" faults, it's probably we princesses that should start question the authenticity of these seductive sovereigns without letting them too close. Maybe we should suspect that not all smooth-talkers are princes in disguise. And that not all spells are made to be broken by a princess. Some princes might need to do that work by themselves. Blood, sweat, and tears.

I never post anything without reading it through, several times, to make sure it's somewhat close to what I had in mind, and as I read this I can see how you might interpret this. "Bitter and disillusioned, right?" Now, I didn’t say that, and as I told you the other day that "I’m no real princess, after all" I reckon I don’t need a real prince either. I actually find frogs quite charming, to be honest.

Unwrapped

How on earth could I ever imagine cheap beer tasting any good? Of course it didn’t, but I guess my kids (the ones old enough to indulge in alcoholic beverages) will welcome it though. Not because they won’t appreciate quality beer, but mostly ‘cause they’re young and constantly out of money. Free beer = good beer?

I still haven’t done any of the writing I thought I would; like the stories about post WWII Germany, senior citizens speeding at night and a 50 year old snakeskin purse once belonging to a distinguished lady from East Prussia. These narratives might emerge later, but at the moment they’re fighting for space alongside more personal and emotional stories and events. Which I’m note sure ever will surface here, but I’ll still have to process them somehow.

Previous two paragraphs I started in the beginning of this week, and then I was away for a few days now, and I had every intention of wrapping up the post in one way or the other, but whatever thoughts I had in mind slipped away. Therfore - The End!

Wieder Zu Hause...

Back from Germany, with a lot of good writing material, and cheap beer. I'll be staying closer to town for the next week or so, as my brothers lent me their flats while away on holiday. The first choice has no internet connection though, so for blogging and checking e-mail and such I'll have to "run" over to the other one.

In a way this could be where the real "relax-mode" kicks in, and I look forward to do what ever I want. I can even have guests, there's an extra bedroom. Wanna hop on the next train? I can show you the wonders of Gothenburg, if I remember myself where they are, that is. Or we can explore new ones.

Repeating Success

Since we had such a good time last year, despite the car breaking down, we decided to do it again, and on Monday me and my father are leaving for Germany. But I might have to sedate him with some Gammel Dansk, in order to keep him from nagging about my driving habits. Apparently he consider it's vital to keep both hands on the wheel at all times, at exactly 10-2 position. Can't see why he's so bothered with me steering with my knees, holding the mobile in one hand and a beer in the other?

I really look forward to take the ferry to Fredrikshavn and drive across Jutland this time, and I expect some pleasant scenery and a stop or two for coffee and Kæmpe Kondi, my all time favorite popsicle. And with my dad having bought a new car I also think we'll arrive safely at Ellen's later in the evening without having any technical hickups.

By for now, and I'll be back in a few days. :)

Bumble Bees & Coffee Cups

It took me a week and a half, but finally summer mode struck me as well. Last week was a hell of a rollercoaster, which left me so out of balance it lasted way into this week. Enough of that, everything passes eventually (as the old man said passing a kidney stone), and today I'm actually enjoying myself. First, as mentioned earlier, a good night sleep, and later on a quick swim in the lake followed by coffee on the beach. As I sit here, back in the garden at my mum's house, the only thing I hear is the bumble bees in the rose bushes, and the wind gently blowing through the birch trees. There's a cake in the oven, and wine for the thirsty ones. Perfect picture of summer bliss, right?

So I Guess I'm No Real Princess After All.

Remember the old fairy tale about The Princess and the Pea? The one about the young girl who claims to be Royal, and is proven so by the ability to feel a pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. On another occasion I wrote a post about my sore back which I illustrated with that princess on her twenty mattresses and so, although that particular incident had more to do with the absence of any soft bedding. I also thought I've been whining about the bed here at my mum's, but I might have refrained from that, not wanting to hurt her feeling if she were to read about it. But now as she's taken care of the business (long overdue...), I can happily announce that my nights here have improved.

That old, thin, VERY uncomfortable foam mattress has been replaced with a much nicer one, and for the first time I slept like a baby, if not as a princess.

PS. My mother has actually been aware of the situation all the time, but just couldn't figure out which solution would be the best - new mattress, which kind, or maybe a whole new bed? And I always said too: "I'll manage". Typical me, by the way. And something I'd like to move past - just managing, I mean.