Tims Times

Home again from the ship and as you may have noticed not so attentive to the blog lately, plenty jobs at home like painting the garage and fixing the storage situation in the cellar. Putting up shelves and deciding what to throw out and what to keep, you have to do a clean out every now and then, the problem is that I can’t throw anything away that might have a possible use in the future, and Murphy’s Law works in the way that if I do throw out something I’ll find a use for it after its gone, although I will have to dump all the spare parts for the SAAB 9000 that we sold 3 years ago on the other hand we might get another SAAB 9000, you see the difficulty?
Anyway that has nothing to do with the title of the post, I had a strange dream the other night. In the dream I’m at the helm of a ship and it turns into a car which and I pass a small old man, the car disappears and I exchange a few words with the old person who has a kind of grass skirt on and a head dress made out of feathers. He is the King of the Filipinos he tells me and has something for me. I was supposed to meet him there at that place. What is it? I inquire, he tells me that I have to give him all the money I have on me before he can part with that knowledge, so I have about 5€ in coins in my pocket and a few South African rand also for some peculiar reason. This is fine. I get a big brown paper wrapping, apparently I have also begun a kind of soul search also. He promptly disappears and I open the brown paper wrapping and there is a gigantic tube of toothpaste, with my name on it. Then I wake up. Strange.