Well, it's Saturday night, and I'm free, but tired out.

I only had a little rehearsal this morning, and the rest of the day free. There was a fair bit of sun, so I decided to take a walk, with my new camera. (I shall write about my camera later, if I remember to.) And where did I make my walk, to see the lovely spring weather? Well, I was going to the Externsteine, which I had visited in the fall. So, off I went with a bag of sandwiches, a big bottle of water, 2 cameras, some loose paper for poetry, my new flute, and a mostly clear set of instructions on how to get there, which I got from the tourist info.

I asked one person on the way, and she pointed out the path I was to take, and warned me that it was a fair distance, of some 15 km. But... OK. I had plenty of time before the last bus was leaving from the steinen back to Detmold. Well...

Some where along the path, I started following the wrong signs, I guess. 2 hours later, I asked a family I ran into, if I was near (as there was only 20 minutes before the last bus back to detmold.) They informed me, that I was going in the totally wrong direction, and that the stones were behind me, some 12 or 15 km. Happily, the little town of Privetshide was near by, and I caught a bus from there back home.

So, my day was all right, though not as I planned it. The pictures I took... a few nature ones, one little forest mouse, by the side of the path, some hills by Privitshide, and a marker by the path, (as well as the path it's self.) This was actually an old Roman Road. And I don't know if the little stone road markers are from that era, or are only made to imitate it... but they look like they could be centuries old. And the road it's self certainly was.

So... my Cameras... There's my big old one, that my mom got me for my birthday... near a decade ago. It is slowly falling apart. And I decided to get a new one, ( A new Old one,) after seeing what a good deal a colleague got, with a Zenith, with 4 lenses... from E-bay. Yes, I am now initiated into the secret cult of online auctioning. I have no great interest in it though. (I suppose many addicts started out that way though.) Anyhow, I found an all right deal on a Practica Camera, with an extra telephoto lens. So, this was my first time with color And B/W film with me at the same time.

The one other thing I got from EBay is my new flute. (Not a recorder, which is here called a Blockflote. I'm talking about the horizontal type. You blow across it, not into it.) -Sorry. I just don't like the other kind, which everyone here simply call "flotes." Anyhow... it is not quite what I was hoping for: I didn't realise that it was plastic, and not wood. And when I try to play a chromatic scale, it comes out sounding funny. But... it still has a nicer tone than my old Bamboo flute from Estonia. (Have I written about that before? Shall I write about it now?)

Not much to tell really: Bamboo. I bought it in an Oriental shop in Tartu, (which Ruta introduced me to, when she went to buy her Digeridoo.) It's good, but just a little cheaply made. And from all the times I dropped it, and got it wet, and especially the time I took it into a sauna anti-chamber and exposed it to such warmth and moisture... -Anyhow, with time, it split down the side (and I tied and glued it back together, and sealed the cracks with wax.) And the most recent abuse of it, was a long walk, playing it all the way, in the falling snow.

What else? I am playing a little bit of Lemmings (a wonderful computer game.) And I am wearing a lighter jacket, and -Oh Right! That's the other thing I meant to write about: the Estonians.

So, the Family in Tartu that I adopted, (I spent the two Christmases with them, this year's winter Vacation, and numerous free weekends or things.) Well, the mother was driving to Luxembourg, after her Easter vacations, with an assortment of family members. And they were good enough to route themselves through my town, and stay with me for a night. So, I got to chat with them, and show off my room, and they brought me a nice loaf of Sepik (a whole grain bread, that I ate copious amounts of in my years there.) I also cooked a good, filling dinner, for them to eat when they arrived. (I had to leave to perform in a different town that evening.) However... they ate before they arrived... so now I'm eating meatballs for a week. In the morning though, everything was OK, and we had a big pancake breakfast. It was pleasant to see them again.

And I think that is really about all I have to say just now. (probably about time to finish this anyhow.) I am a little uncertain about something though: a friend wrote an e-mail, remarking that I never send anything to just one person. I never write especially to some One. And that made me realise that I haven't written anything recently, except for here, the homepage. (OH wait! I wrote to Rachelle in Victoria. So... that's One person... this Month, or so.) Perhaps I shall need to change this: Today, at the moment, I write this for the web, with the thought that I might also send the text to some one I haven't heard from in a while. But maybe it Should have been, Writing to someone, and then taking parts of it for the web.

I shall have to think more about that.

So, if this is the last entry that ever gets added, now you know why.

I will sleep now... (but there was something... Something... I wanted to do with the computer first... what was it? I can't remember at all. Oh well.)
Pax.