June 22nd

I woke up at an early hour to get ready to meet up with my father at his cousin Algirdas’s place. I admit, I was expecting us to go somewhere like a sodas (small farmstead only a couple of acres) but instead it was a day for us to hang out. We went to a Maxima which is like the Lithuanian Tescos to just walk about and eat a small snack at the Cili Kaimas which is part of the Cili chain in Lithuania which specialises in different foods, Kaimas is for “farm” or “traditional” food – which invariably means vast quantities of potato dishes and beer.

Got back to Algirdas’s place and his wife, Emilija, had prepared what is considered a light lunch – some appetizers of cold cuts, pickles, cucumbers, tomatoes, herring and bread. The entree was baked chicken breast with cheese & mayonaise — which I couldn’t eat due to my lactose intolerance.

I was to meet up with the Trinkunai at their flat at 3pm so I took a taxi over. It was a very pleasant 2 hours I spent with them. Jonas seemed genuinely happy to see me make a visit to him & Inija. I was asked about the gossip/news of North America. I was also asked other interesting questions as to what caused me to turn towards Romuva, especially when there are other more prominent pagan traditions in North America – like wiccan, druidry, asatru, etc. Was also asked how my parents managed to get my to get fairly fluent in Lithuanian — that part was easy to answer, which is my parents never allowed english in the house when I was young, it was either salt on the tongue or no acknowledgement of whatever I was saying if I spoken english, so the only way to get things done or answered was to speak in Lithuanian. As to why I turned to Romuva, that is an interesting question and I have decided what did cause me to turn towards it is that it feels natural for me, as if I feel at home, like slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes. The other pagan traditions do not feel natural, for my temperment, spiritual needs and philosophical outlook.

I was loaded down with issues of the Romuva magazine, The Oaks which is a journal released each year to coincide with the annual WCER gathering – World Congress of Ethnic Religions.  Also got Jonas’s latest book, the latest Kulgrinda CD – the theme being the songs & chants prevalent in Grand Duke Gediminas’ court. I was gently chastised for having such a short visit to Lithuania and it was strongly suggested that I come next year to the annual Romuva summer camp – so I hear and obey, I shall endeavour to do so. Jonas has been thinking of putting together a practical tome together – section on Zemyna, for example, give a general explanation of who she is (Earth Goddess and daughter of Saule the Sun Goddess and Menulis the Moon God), how she is propitiated and then provide source material to show how this knowledge has been acquired — liaudes dainos, tautosakos etc. I admit, if Jonas can put this together I would be hugely excited to get it into my hot little hands.

We chatted about how Romuva is coping in Lithuania and the many interviews both Jonas and Inija give. Romuva, as a movement, started back in 1967 and both of them are working on transitioning the administration over to the next generation – an example being that for Rasa this year they wouldn’t be in Vilnius to lead the celebrations – others would do it. But they both have big plans and are still tirelessly working to promote Romuva.

Afterwards I toddled my way home, which is approximately 3km from the Trinkunas flat. Stopped along the way to pick up some refreshments for myself. Had a good full day and i was quite pleased with myself.

Later on I threw caution to the wind and had a chocolate croissant. I have to admit, with the food being generally lacking in fibre I was not feeling all that “cleansed” so I was hoping that an overload of lactose would clear me up. I also drank a litre of milk… eventually it worked, the following morning.

Sunday June 21st

After the great deposit at the Vilnius Airport and my sleeping in I got a ring from my father requiring my presence for Monday, all day – i agreed, naturally, as a dutiful daughter.

At about 1pm I went to a church to listen to an organ music concert and met up with my cousin there. Afterwards we wandered about a bit, went to a cafe and generally had a pleasant afternoon together going through the little alleyways and side streets of the Old Town. During the afternoon I was texting Inija Trinkuniene, leader of Kulgrinda and spouse to the Krivis of Romuva. If they got back into town by 8pm I was to go over to their place for a visit.

While waiting around to see if I could pop by I went to the “Zoliu Turgus” (Grass/Herb Fair), which use to be called “Raganu Turgus” (Witches Fair) on Gedimino Prospektas – which is the main street of Vilnius. The street was shut down for the Fair, which is a tradition for the period of Rasa – which is generally celebrated/observed for a 14 day period culminating on June 23/24th.

At the Fair I picked up a very nice little wooden box which would be perfect for my amber collection – it is hand painted with little traditional symbols on it. Remigijus had to leave to go meet with some family members, while I stayed behind to enjoy the Turgus. I took many pictures, teased Dale about it on Facebook as my status update, and ran across a fellow who does Baltic pagan inspired jewellry from silver, gold, bronze and so forth. I picked up a few pieces, in particular a very lovely symbol for Saule – the sun goddess.

On my way home I stopped off on the edge of a “Double Coffee” to leach some wifi to check my email – and the NA Vaidila (priest) or Lietuvos Romuva was back in Vilnius and had posted his mobile number. I waited until 8pm to see if the Trinkunai were back from their dvaras and they were not, so I texted them and received a fairly prompt text back that we should meet up tomorrow (Monday). So in the meanwhile I rang up Kimo and we agreed to meet up a little later on in the evening.

On my way to meet up with Kimo at the Rotuse Aikste (Old City Hall Square) at where Didzioje & Vokeciu Gatves meet I ran across some street performers juggling fire batons, and twirling little fire pots at the end of chains. I was mesmerized and was a touch late meeting up with Kimo. All of these little street performances, celebration of herbs and so forth were all part of the prelude to the Summer Solstice Celebrations – and I was truly blessed to see an entire city celebrate this, catholics, pagans, agnostics, etc.

Met up with Kimo and I admit he wasn’t what I expected. He is a multi-media artist – acting, music, visual arts, film arts etc. He looks quite boho-hippy and had this funny little grin on his face. We had dinner at Forto Dvaras and just chatted about the state of Romuva in North America and my impressions of how it is functioning within the greater North American neo-pagan communities. Kimo said it was an honour to meet up with the list autocrat/moderator of the Romuva mailing list (it’s been going for nearly 11 years now) which I found embarrassing as I don’t generally toot my own horn. We walked around a bit and then mutually agreed around midnight to call it an evening and go to our mutual flats.

Days 2 & 3 in Vilnius – June 19 & 20

Before I go further I must admit this – whilst in Nida we did pick up some amber. Geeklawyer for his harem, and I got myself a pair of stunning green amber earrings, and a lovely cherry amber pendant shaped like a sun.

Anywho, onwards and so forth.

On the 19th met up with my paternal unit – Mr Bean Sr. My father has stated on numerous occassions this year that his trip to LT in 2009 would be his last one. Thankfully I got myself a Lithuanian SIM for my mobile, and therefore he was able to easily ring me whenever he needed to. The Friday GL and I met up with my father for lunch. The little egg doesn’t move quickly, his chemo from a year ago really took away alot of his strength and he hasn’t really recovered from that. After lunch we went along Bernadiniu Gatve to a cute little gothic church that Napoleon thought was wonderful and after that my father wanted to go back to his cousin Algirdas & his wife Emilija, he was tired. GL and I continued to explore the old town, working our way through the little side streets.

We wandered into Literatu Gatve, which had the most amazing artistic renderings on the walls of buildings and houses. Ended up back on Pilies Gatve (the hub of the Old Town) and just kept wandering. Somewhere along the way we managed to stop at a couple of cafes for GL’s coffee and our mutual wifi needs for twittering purposes.

On the 20th, the dental visit! Oh how grand, GL to have drilling done…the possibilities of hearing his screams, but all came to naught, not a single wimper escaped his lips. Remigijus met us at the dentist, and we started wandering about a bit on the north side of the river Nemunas. We eventually made it to the KGB Museum.

The museum was quite haunting, especially if one considers that it was in use as recently as 20 years ago. The different cells were horrific, the solitary confinement, the rooms where people would be packed 20 at a time, the room dedicated to the countless priests who were members of the resistance movement, the communal toilets, the water torture cells and the execution chamber… all preserved, so no one would forget. The haunting part of it all is that former inmates act as facilitators/information guides at the museum.

After the heaviness of the KGB museum we ended up on Gedimino Prospektas and had dinner together – I had barbeque ribs, and as always, GL had a girly cocktail.

As this was the last night for GL in Vilnius we had an early night so that we could wake up to get him to the airport ontime. I was awoken at an ungodly hour of 05:00 in the morning and we left the flat at 05:45. Got to the airport in about 15-20 minutes, way too early for his flight. I stayed for a little while, but left after a bit and went back to the flat — for some serious sleeping.

Travel Day to Lithuania

So Geeklawyer and I left for Gatwick at a fairly reasonable hour in the morning, to catch the train to Gatwick. We were suitably scrutinised by security to make sure we weren’t members of Al-Quaida. The flight from Gatwick to Riga was uneventful, but as the flight was with AirBaltic and not Rynair I was hoping that they would atleast give us free pop or water – but no, had to pay for it, but only in Euros or Latvian Lats.

Landed at Riga and we had to go through another security check. I had purchased, while waiting at the departure gate at Gatwick, 3 quids worth of Pepsi since AirBaltic foolishly insists on charging for simple fluids. I had to dispose of these fluids as the Latvian Security person said “how do i know that you got this at Gatwick at the Departures area, and not before”… I was flabbergasted, to say the least, since it is fairly well known that the British Customs are notoriously anal retentive about security measures.

Anywho, that was a wasted 3 quid. Then, as Geeklawyer did not have coffee for nearly 3 hours, we had to get him filled up with coffee. We had a 5 hour wait at the airport before catching our 23:00 flight to Vilnius…so plenty of time for twittering (thank god the coffee area had wifi), surfing the net, teasing Geeklawyer over his coffee consumption and trying to get some modicum of sustenance from an eclair. Boarded the flight to Vilnius at 23:00 – it was a propeller plane, the type that scared the bejeebus out of Tarotcub back in 2006 – and on this short 50 minute flight they gave us free drinks. The mind boggles at the disparate levels of service — 3 hour flight, no free drinks, 50 minute flight free drinks.

Landed at Vilnius where my cousin Remigijus and his brother picked us up and took us to his sister’s for us to spend the night. As a proper Lithuanian lady she had a small spread ready for us to nosh on in case we were hungry. Geeklawyer had some tea and I think he may have eaten a biscuit. I had water and a bit of sausage…and then promptly to bed.

In the morning it was a quick breakfast, where Geeklawyer was interrogated by the teens of the household as they found him intriguing. Then we took a taxi down to Vilnius Airport to get a hire car and then whooosh we were off to the Curonian Lagoon, Nida in particular, which is the administrative centre of Neringa.

We had a fairly pleasant journey over, not once getting lost – to which all I can say is “huzzah”!

What we did find along the way is that the Lithuanian economy is really hurting, and whenever we’d show up people seemed really happy to see us – as it meant that there would be some cash in the till.

Only downside to the trip to Nida is Geeklawyer’s propensity to put my life at risk when he’s behind the wheel of a car. Whilst driving down the road along the lagoon GL momentarily fell asleep, luckily I was feeling fairly alive and frisky so I yelled out and thankfully we did not hit any cars or more importantly trees.

Got to Nida and there was some mixup with our reservations, but it all got cleared up and we had a lovely room in the middle of Nida – could hear the sea birds from our balcony, had a lovely view of the lagoon and  most importantly, a good parking spot for our car.

Nida was really quiet, which was good for us as we didn’t have to fight fat german tourists for space on the pavement. The first restaurant we went to, since we didn’t really have a satisfying lunch along the way, the landlady was eating in her dining room and seemed shocked that there could be customers. Had a lovely lunch, wandered about on the edge of the lagoon, stared at the sand dunes, and checked out other sites. In the evening we went to a more upscale restaurant as Mr Geeklawyer was having serious cepeliniai cravings…they were not met unfortunately, but we tried gamely.

Drive back to Vilnius was also uneventful, though we did get lost a tiny bit within Vilnius because of the tight warren of one way streets. This time I had rented a self-catering flat with the lady I used back in 2006, Danarent – located a scant 30s from Cathedral Square it is the perfect location for any tourist, and only 140LT per night. We wandered a bit, went over to a dentist office to book an appointment for Geeklawyer and I got to practice my swearing at the soviet style dental clinic we were sent to for him to get some dental x-rays done.

The evening consisted of taking my cousin Remigijus out and about in the old town. We went to Zemaiciu Smiulke, which has cubbyholes in the cellar where one can feast like a king… ordered a half metre of sausage, other appetizers, and of course the ubiquitous beer. It was a good “first” night in Vilnius.

Hols, day 2/3

Got back from Wimpole Hall yesterday, and managed to stagger into Ruthie’s house. Puttered away on her laptop, and lo & behold I heard the revving engine of a motorbike. It was a certain Mr Jakob from Ruthie’s tango class.

Ruthie, with her love of all things motorcycle, hopped onto the back of the bike with the comment that if she weren’t back in an hour I was to ring the local hospitals. She came back, with Jakob and then a sort of photo op took place — with Ruthie posing in her frilly pink leathers on the vrod. Then there was the tangoing. It was an eventful day. Though nothing compared to today, June 15th.

Took the train from Ely to the south, to get to Geeklawyer’s abode. The train dropped me off at King’s Cross, but the entrance to the Underground was blocked off, so had to cross over to St Pancras. Took the Underground to London Bridge Station and then made it, by a few spare minutes, to get onto the train for the south.

I shared a carriage with a colourful set of individuals, to put it delicately. They were pissed and high, and gamely trying to roll a few joints – but couldn’t because of their inebriation. They were quite loud, sounded like they were cockneys, wandered up and down the train in their stocking feet – with their socks full of more holes than swiss cheese. Finally, at our final approach they realised that there was a lady (moi) sitting quietly at the back of the carriage. These four men were all chivalry & politeness, helping me off the train.

Spent the afternoon & evening with Geeklawyer, being competantly chaperoned about the place.

Now I sit in his palace, typing away.

Tomorrow we’re off to Lithuania!!

Holidays, Day 2

Yesterday doesn’t count as I had gotten off the plane and was quite knackered, but there was still some fun & some frustrations.

Landed at Gatwick, which seems to be under a huge renovation. Got through Customs fairly quickly, with the Brits believing I am no threat to British National Security. So that bit was easy. The difficult part came next. Had to wait nearly 40 minutes before the bag handlers started to unload our luggage onto the luggage carosel. I rang Ruthie, who was waiting for me, to reassure her that I was not in need of legal representation, and that I was not in the midst of being molested by Her Majesty’s Customs Officers. I finally got my suitcase and met up with Ruthie — to pass the time she bought a new wallet & a sturdy handbag which could knock out a few teeth on any would-be assailant.

We wooshed our way up to Cambridgeshire and had a lovely lunch before making it over to Ruthie’s palatial estate. I was suitably inspected by her two cats – Atilla & Ghengis, and they approved of me. Later we went into Cambridge for Ruthie’s tango lesson…I watched, was amused and impressed at the same time of the different students’ level of ability.

Today, day 2, I was asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I felt ambitious and chose a 5mile walk around Wimpole Hall. I wimped out, and managed to do 2miles…much to Ruthie’s eternal delight, and has promised to never let me hear the end of it. Did get some fab pics of some tiny bunnies, black goats, a folly, and Wimpole Hall itself.

Tomorrow, it’s off to Geeklawyer’s spacious accomodations before we jet off to Lithuania.

Man Girdle

.. or I so quaintly call it, the “Mirdle” is here and finally men can understand the sheer unmitigated joy that women have been feeling for decades with regards to body image.

Made by an Aussie company, it promises to sculpt and shape the manly form. It’s almost like those Wonderbra control top briefs.

 

mirdle

Foley Catheter is back Again

Just when I thought I’d be foley-free, it’s back again. I had the appointment with Herschorn on Friday and I did manage to successfully insert a catheter on my own into the stoma. So I thought, as did the Urology Fellow that everything would be okay. I was instructed that at the 4-hour mark I was to cath again. Dutifully at 4 hours precisely I tried.

I couldn’t insert a catheter. My bathroom countertop ended up being covered in blood, as did a part of the bathroom floor. Not just a few splatters, but a good drenching. I couldn’t get the catheter in and when I did try it kept folding in on itself – visions of the knot a month ago being stuck in the stoma ran through my head.

I paged the Urology Resident on call at Sunnybrook and I explained the situation. He told me to get to the ER at Sunnybrook, and that he’d be waiting for me. I showed up and the Resident took care of me. He had a hard time inserting a catheter and had to go through several different brands before one could get in…all of this took about 30 minutes, while my BFF Tarotcub waited patiently for me out in the waiting area.

I managed to get a note from him so that I can use it while traveling between different Customs points while on hols in Europe. I also got a “plug”, which he didn’t want to give me, but I held firm. The plug is to be used when it isn’t convenient to use a bag.. like at work. Yesterday I had a lovely jaunt over to Starkman Surgical Supplies Depot, to pick up:

-3 packs of DuSoft 3×3 gauze

-3 rolls of paper tape

-3 leg bags, with tubing so that I can easily fasten the leg bags to my legs without worrying putting any undue stress on the stoma

-stoma deoderant – a 2oz spray bottle

My brother and mother are slightly freaking out. My father doesn’t know, yet, about the latest in my stoma-saga. The maternal unit is going up to the cottage tomorrow, and I’m sure she’ll inform him.

The resident said that Dr Herschorn will prolly want me back in soon so that I can have a minor surgical procedure to clear out the scar-tissue that is causing the obstruction.

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I am now soooo glad that Ruthie will be picking me up at Gatwick, I don’t relish the idea of using BritishRail while going from Gatwick up to Prickwillow.

Rosebud & the Catheter

I managed to bully my way into an appointment with my surgeon, which was today.

I am now without a pee bag and no more foley catheters. The doctor assured me that it wasn’t due to my rotund shape that I had problems with the stoma. A bit of scar tissue formed just under the surface of the opening, and that was causing problems. As well, the catheters I was using (red rubber – aka Bard Catheters) were too soft. I am to use Coloplast with a curved tip, one size smaller.

I had a modified cystoscopy about an hour ago, which a scope/video camera was sent down into my neo-bladder via the stoma. Everything looks okay, no stones…so far, and the bladder looks nice and healthy. The stoma is a little scarred, but still looks good.

Because I have gone a month with an indwelling catheter I need to train up my bladder again, much like 18 months ago. I have to go cath every couple of hours for now and am under strict orders to go no more than 5 hours between cathing.

Managed to get a script for some macrobid, so I should be reasonably infection-free when I get onto that flight to Ol’ Blighty next Friday.