Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 10:28:49 +0200
From: "Treptow Tom" <email@example.com>
Brunch. Sounds great
and thanks for the invitation. We shall see what the weekend brings.
First I must do something to or for or with my wife. For more than a
week she has been infected with an eastern disease called "Rammstein"
and they are performing soon. She heard some single on the radio, asked
me to buy the CD and when I called later she wanted to know if I had
picked it up. I confessed that I had forgotten. When I came home that
evening at 9:30 the distant thump thump thudd thud could be heard. The
three canaries looked to me as I entered the living room. Brigitte was
lumbering around to the deafening sounds of Rammstein. She played it
loud again explaining all the subtleties and psychological insight.
Finally she sat down and turned down the music. All good things end.
The fact that there are no tickets available hasn't dampened her hopes
of seeing the group and actually all things considered it would probably
be the simplest if we are able to get a ticket for Friday's concert
at the Velodrome. This might save us from going to Erfurt or London
where there are apparently still tickets available
to be a hopping, budding, blossoming -- this week six friends have birthdays
three of which are upset that others are having their parties on the
same day they are having their garden party. I don't have to say that
the parties aren't in Treptow ("Who lives in Treptow anyway?")
but are in far away places like Schwantau and Groß-Glienicke often
necessitating travel by express buses or regional trains. So it all
starts this coming Friday and continues until Sunday evening. So why
not do a brunch too.
Datum: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 10:25:03 +0100
Von: "Treptow Tom" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
the last time in America, my sister confided her secret for handling
things: have a number of excuses on hand to deal with situations. Thanks
to my friends and acquaintances, I'm not obliged to invent any. Last
Tuesday my friend U. called to ask me to drop him off at the train station
Wednesday morning and, although I did mention that I was planning to
go the court that morning, I relented to take him to the station. It
was about 12 o'clock the following morning when he called again to infom
me that his employer hadn't granted his request for holidays and he
felt necessitated to go the doctor and apply for sick leave. Most of
my friends could certainly qualify for this option most of the time
and besides delays are often common in such matter. When he called the
following morning complaining of a toothache, I was more than understanding.
After all, what is more human than to develop a severe toothache prior
to commencement of one's holidays. And his departure would be delayed
until later that afternoon. "Did I happen to be free that afternoon?"
"No, I had a date that I couldn' postpone." We decided the
best solution would be for him to drop the car off at my place and take
the S-Bahn to Ostbahnhof. Later he rang my on my cell phone, explaining
that the time factor being what it was, he'd slipped the keys in an
envelope and posted them with a note. "Would I be able to swing
by the Amerika Gedenkbibliothek or Staatsbibliothek in Breitestraße
and drop off some books and CDs and he had purchased some new seat covers
for the front and back seats, which he didn't get around to putting
on...Would I mind?"
Then there were a couple weeks taken up by the Filmfestival. As you
probably know, Brigitte likes to attend these festivals, which accounted
for a few more Wednesday sessions and weekends are best spent under
my down, which is something that you probably never knew about Brigitte.
At any rate that
is the status. And this coming thursday we will be heading to Bad Freienwalde
for three weeks in a rehabilitation center to cure our old bones, receive
massages, physical therapy and won't have to think about what to eat,
go shopping, cook the meals, but merely appear in our stunning wellness
outfits in the cafeteria. We are looking forward to this time of recuperation
and I am looking forward to hearing about Werther tomorrow.
See you tomorrow and thanks for the special invitation.