Donnerstag, 22. April 2010
The encounter with my personal-trained and marathon running acquaintance –who is older and much fitter than I am- has shown me that I really should take up some sport again. The only such activity that I am practising at the moment is taking very long walks in all weather conditions and lifting some extremely heavy whiskey glasses, in-between. In my teens I was quite sporty, but then I lived in the country and hardly ever touched any books so I had ample time. Unfortunately most sports are either extremely inelegant or difficult to practise in the modern world, like horseback-falconry.
I could take on some regular job- art consultant or snake farmer in S-E Asia, maybe, so that I would be able to move about more, more purposefully and vigorously, but, then, that would again disturb the peaceful souls of my forebears. Of my great-grand-fathers father it was still said that 'he never worked a single day in his life'. It was said with admiration, not condescension, mind you.