Istanbul's blog

**Posted:** Thu Nov 15, 2007 12:58 am

So it is Tuesday. If you have work to do start on a Monday. That leaves Tuesdays open for other stuff. Stuff you could not get you head around or finger on the day before.
I planned a leisurely visit to the library and later in the day to the fish market. I wanted to compare the locals to the Connies. (Constantinoplenians).
But first a stop at the Laundromat. I had my underwear under my arm and planned to slip into some sweet scented freshly washed hosiery as soon as possible.
At that early hour (10:25am) the place was a beehive of activity. Two matronly looking women were folding laundry. A young husband was sorting shirts and diapers as his wife was quietly breast feeding their baby in one corner.

I came prepared with my supply of miniature soap bars I found in various hotel washrooms. On the rinse cycle I will add some freshly picked rose blossoms from the neighbor's garden. Works better than those pansy scented commercial softeners I've been told.
Observing the young man for a few minutes I could tell he was a hunter/killer type male with a dash of feminine nurture/gatherer traits. The two matrons appeared opposites. All humans depend on a dominant mode of unconscious internal awareness for survival.
I think so anyway.
It became obvious soon enough that they were partners, a pair, though which one was dominant was not immediately clear. When they left arm in arm I figured the one with the wash load balanced on her head was not the dominant one. Just a hunch.

By noon I was ready to set out. I smelled so good I was concerned about being attacked by some desperate housewives. Who was it who said desperation was the thief of Virgo's? It mattered not as I was determined to reach Constantinople before they changed the name again. It is amazing what is in a name.
I always liked the binomial system. The genus and species method of naming names. Piggy Dumpster was a classic. It was not long before the copy cats appeared. Porky Drummer and Elroy Royall were first to hit the Broadway scene and gossip columns.

I had hoped to get a lift to the bus station. Henkj's niece was to drive me but she never showed up. She had a concert practice later this evening so her mind was elsewhere. Security cameras caught her gassing up en route to pick me up.

Media pictures showed her hanging outside the town limits.

Anyhow Henkj then sent his cousin who showed up in a tiny car no bigger than a sardine can. What was the nerd thinking?

It looked just like this one.

Well all worked out just fine thank you very much. I drove myself to the bus station. Henkj's cousin's uncle had just arrived on the overnighter from Paris. He drove the sardine can back to the waiting nephew. The timing was perfect as each was equipped with a GPS equipped iPhone.
OK all was not perfect though as my bus was late. I didn't mind as it was a perfect sunny day. A number of birds circled high in the sky. Must have been hawks or eagles as they glided in large lazy circles with barely a flap of their wings. It made me wonder why in some countries females were called birds? Was it the fine feathers some wore? But what about peacocks? They were not girls. Robin Redbreast popped into my mind followed by an image of a bird that was burned into my mind's eye ever since I laid eyes on her.

Naturally the bus was late. It better not be too late or I will miss my train connection to Constantinople. The wait gave me time to let the brain wander around willy nilly. Strange how a brain works. I believe it is like a disk hard drive. Data or images are processed from the eyeballs and deposited much like a piece of quartz whose molecules are arranged naturally, in lattice structure.
So thumbing through a library work last week the following images were over written to memory. What was there before was replaced. People with good mammaries can store a lot more than people endowed with lesser attributes.

If you do not defrag the noggin extraneous images can creep in. The mental PowerPoint display is corrupted. In extreme cases dementia or Alzheimer's can set in. In those cases format C is recommended.
That is code for the banned use of electric shock treatment. It works as I accidentally cut a live power cord in two with a pair of scissors. I remember the flash and the previous week's activities were erased.
The bus finally arrived which was great as it allowed to continue my journey to Constantinople.

Later.