Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin
Saturday, 14 September 2013
The Tao of Wishes
One of the books my dearest English friend, Stephen Russell, The Barefoot Doctor, has written is called: 'Manifesto. How to get what you want without trying.'
Had I but thought about it a bit longer!
But no - carelessly I told Husband that I would appreciate to live on a houseboat. Very much. (I had seen some nice exemplars like that above on the Spree).
"You?", asked Husband. "On a boat? Living on a damp, narrow, moving boat?"
I felt piqued. Said: "Pshaw - I have many undiscovered facets you don't know!"
The Tao listened. And laughed.
And so a few days ago I got a surprising offer.
A friend - and friends of him - will make a trip on a narrowboat from Bradford-on-Avon to Bath, direction Bristol, and back again.
From the "(2 x) Three Men in a Boat" two had resigned - so Husband and I were asked. He, deep in writing an essay on "Luxury", has no time - but I..?
For a second I hesitated. Then, without batting an eyelid I stared into Husband's eyes (did I imagine that I saw deep laughter in them?) "Of course I go", I said. "Such a big chance!"
Which it is. I hope that the weather will be fine.
But not being THAT starry-eyed anymore, I bought a dream-shiny-fuchsia Max Mara-down-vest - beautiful,slim and snuggly warm under my Burberry-Jacket. Then I rummaged through my winter wardrobe and pulled out the long black woolen-silk wool-pants with frills around the ankle.
Yes! I know chapter 3 of Tove Jansson's 'Comet in Moominland' by heart, headline: 'Which is how to manage crocodiles' .
So: come what may: Be prepared!
P.S. For those who don't know Tove's book (which is a fault!): Moomin's mother unnerves the young adventurers before their trip to take wool-pants with them (that's how mothers are) - and later, when they have to fight off crocodiles in a water tunnel they throw the heavy wool-pants into the wide open claws of the crocodiles. Saved!