Mittwoch, Dezember 07, 2016

Nikolaustag....

December7/16  

.....is the day originally kids put out their shoes the nite before and the next morning they found sweets if they had been good or a stick if they had n 't.  Nowadays things (like most things) are getting more lavish, one of our sons-in-law claims that we celebrate  "little Xmas"..๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚   Anyway  we like it and the night before the 6th  daughter no.2 dropped in and left our surprise bag. The next morning I had to leave the house and since herr H was still asleep I opened the present by myself and left it sitting on the living room table for him to look at, still nicely wrapped in celophane with a red bow . 

While I was gone, hubby's doc showed up to give him his weekly shot . I arrived home just at the moment the man was about to leave and it almost knocked me over when he picked up the bag, thanking hubby elaborate for the "Nikolaus" . I really had been flabergasted,still taking that for a joke but then he took the bag and started to leave. First I was too embarrassed to say anything   but then I thought  . .no,noway  .and I told him that this would not work, daughter's present, you understand. An stupid husband kept insisting he sbould take it and me shouting no, you can not give away my present,for heavens sake!  So finally doc left  without the bag. By that time I had a laughing fit and grabbed one of the chocolate nikolauses out of the bag and forced it upon him as consolation...in our driveway. And then I went inside and gave herrn H hell!
              ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿป

Dienstag, Dezember 06, 2016

Busy maiming myself...

December 6/16  (Nikolaustag in Germany)

sigh...I'm really the fallen angel,rolled over.
after the ice slide with bike sunday,  straining my arm yesterday trying to get hubby's new chef chair upstairs with help of the chairlift (and of course it slipped midways)just right now I hit my shin running with garbage can in my pyjama down our driveway to catch the garbage truck.very to the amazement of the garbage man...oh,you are barefoot?...quite normal  at -2°C

Enough is enough!  ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข

Montag, Oktober 17, 2016

A little bit of rain in Spain


October 17/2016

trip to Spain.....

....yes, Mallorca, that island Germans love to invade..and the British too .And you can tell them easyly apart, the Germans are the ones roasting like grilled chickens ,the British sitting paleskinned under sunumbrellas at the pool. But lets start from the beginning. Reason for our little trip our 60th wedding anniversary. Amazing that we still love each other - our way! lol...never mind! Again, like at our last trip, the taxi put us out at the wrong gate and since we were early on account of the strike situation from two airlines we were not so sure if we would leave at all.Since this time we had to drag the luggie along  we had booked carrier service but of course the guys were not available yet. So I deposited Fred and our baggage and went hunting for them at the airport milling with hundreds of people...first day of fall school holidays and all of Germany must have decided to travel! well ,found them and then I had to take luggie and seperate batteries to a special check-in, then we had to organize handicap service for hubby,because he is unable to walk even a few meters.Finally we were seated  in our plane which left with just a little delay and upon arrival in Spain we were supposed to be taken out of the plane with a lift, which left us sitting cold. We had the pleasure to watch the cleaning staff and the change of crews, no lift! and the plane could not leave before they got rid of us. On top of that we were afraid our limo service would have left and our bags and luggie ended up in lost and found. Finally the device showed up and took us on an airport sightseeing tour. Hubby had the brilliant idea to phone the hotel to tell them to hold the limousine. Our bags and luggie still were turning lonely tours on the belt. But the arrival at the hotel really made up for all the mishap, a beautiful place
with superfriendly staff. We treated ourselves to a drink at a loungebar and had a great view over the sea and the harbour bay. Today, sunday,we took it easy we also solved the small gau...Toilet seat too low for Freddie, but I had the brilliant idea to put the luggie in front ,so he can pull himself up .....tonite we will have our special dinner, toasting the next 60 years! ...tomorrow more!
Monday..
ventured to Soller Port by shuttle, bought a perfect bag for the battery since the airline broke the case it had been packed togther with the charger and the cable..luckily the things did  not get lost!  we ate lunch at a little harbour restaurant where Fred orderd a dish he then claimed it was not what he ordered. Bought a straw hat, the absolute guaranty that the nice weather will be over. Had a pretty cold swim in the infinity pool and then we had our first tapa meal...absolutely to be recommended. But we dined inside,the nights are getting kind of chilly.
Tuesday
we are very lazy, actually I am waiting for the sun to come out, we had a very heavy rainfall, but in contrary to home it does not hold. So later on for a swim in the infinity pool! I took quite some pics of the hotel and the view.
Wednesday
One of my "do it yourself" days. Went with the tram to Soller. If you take the train,which is also old open waggons  you can drive all the way to Palma..But I did ot want to leave Herr H. for such a longtime, so I went to Soller,just to get the hang of the ride. ....very picturesqe! a valley with little villages,lush gardens full of orange  lemon and olive trees. Went to a little museum presenting Picasso and Miro exhibits, quite nice, Then I visited the cathedral, which is quite impresssive,but I liked the small church here at Soller Port better. Coming back I ran all over the port looking for a taxi stand, since the shuttle only ran two hours later.found one finally..puh! Treated myself to some spa, very relaxing! At nite we ate at the soushi lounge here at the hotel.
Thursday
Spa galore!  Herr H. complained that he was stuck in the room all day.Own fault I would say if one is too sluggish to take a little initiative. We booked a table at one of the harbour restaurants, Called NuNu
, lovely food  for me and hubby,like mostly,made the wrong choice and got moody. during the night we had quite a thunderstorm and this morning .....
friday
the sea is very rough. a pleasure cruise, quite a big boot  , gave it a try, we watched it from our balcony having arough ride in the surf and then giving up and returning to the harbour  with probably mostly puking passengers. 
so now I will treat myself to the spa for a last time and then I will have to pack two bags with stuff,of which we at most used 2/3.

saturday....
I will not talk about our trip back, a delayed plane and this horrible airport at Palma. But we made it home safe and sound after a nice week, that's what counts! ๐Ÿ‘Œ

Freitag, Juli 29, 2016

The Waiting Game

July 29/2016
Two close friends have been treated for cancer lately, one we buried 2 days ago. He suffered from leukemia and died within 2 months following the diagnosis.

The 2nd. one, a former lady riding friend of mine, had a severe accident breaking her pelvis and head over a year ago falling in her home and had been in a nursing home after her recuperation time. She had been a strong smoker and during her healing time was diagnosed with lung cancer, going through chemo and all what comes with it. I often visited with her in the nursing home, but then we had always been in her room. Yesterday, on account of  the nice  weather,we decided to sit in the garden and for me that really turned into the little horror picture show. Those poor desolate figures sitting around waiting fo a ridiculous game of throwing a ring into the middle of a circle, that measely,small glass of mean tasting water which was handed out (they were generous,I got one too) the leery fat man in his huge wheelchair who kept pulling stupid jokes all the time, thinking he was the bull in the ring of poor old cows....and then the 3 little ladies, sitting at the other end of our table, one pulled out a game of MENSCH ร„RGERE DICH NICHT , setting the board up and for a start dropping the little figurines to the ground, which I picked up..and then..oh horror..asked me if I would like to join in. I denied, very politely and told them that already as a kid I hated that game.
And then I told my friend I had to leave (could not stay another minute)
and going out I begged the Lord that I would never end up in a place like that, told him that I had not been so bad that I deserved this.
No joking, the only way you could get me into a place like that would be when I had lost my mind.

Mittwoch, Juli 27, 2016

The Pride of a Nation

july 27/2016

Listening to the speeches at the election conventions you are confronted on the democratic side with brilliant , on the republican side with biased spiteful words, but all those speeches have one thing in common...they are full of patriotism and pride of the United States.

Now...I have been a child who grew up mainly after the 2nd world war and what I mostly learned about my country was that it started a war and that we have to live with and pay for a tremendous collective guilt. This, I think, is nothing to be proud of in your formative years. So over the years growing up I tried to develop myself into an openminded, interested ,unbiased individual, who started to be critical about her own country in the first place. And that brings me back to my point of viewing other countries and especially the United States.

O.k..America never lost a war in this and the previous century, but they have failed miserably in countries like Vietnam, Iraque and Afghanistan p.e.  and they have not, till up to day managed to solve the problem with a minoity of their people whom they call african americans. The ancestors of those people have been brought to ,at that time America, against their will, have been  kept as slaves and after they had been "freed" not integrated but left apart and alone without a chance to develop themselves into free people with equal rights. O.k. now you have a black president but alone the fact that he is called a "black" president speaks for itself.

So to be honest, I do not see a reason in this excessive pride in this country which is excercised at those conventions.
 Mistakes  and that goes for all over the world, should not be swept under the carpet  but should teach us to strive for a better world.

I wish in the case of the US elections I could say...might the better one win, but I see no better one and I see one who will ruin the country and the world.


Freitag, Juli 08, 2016

Insight of an Outsider

July 08/2016
I have been born an raised in Germany. As a child who had been growing up during hardship times for Germany  I watched this Nazi country step by step making efforts to turn into a democracy. I was eager to experience and learn about foreign countries, their people and the way they live. I have been to the United States to different states about twenty times and everytime I had been overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape and the friendliness of the people. Never once (except for my last trip) I met  and talked to a black person face to face. Of course I saw black people in the cities, but for me they were the same  like seeing an asian or east indian person. They ..for me..were Americans living in America. But then, with social media, I met a young black lady and over the years I got to know her a little bit (a lovely, brave ,bright and diligent woman) and  through her made the aquaintance ( by internet) with quite a few of her black friends. And suddenly a completely different way of life and thinking opened up to me , as a matter of fact a completely different America . Up to then I had presumed people just live ,according to life standards , next to each other, but there were different neighbourhoods,different churches, different schools and even different universities. And if you looked at pictures, the crowds of people were pure black, seldom you saw a white face. And the presumed superiority of the white communities I found strange and frightening. That black people had to be afraid for their lifes and that of their children just on account of the colour of their skin in a country which called itself the "land of the free"....incomprehensable!
This really got me to thinking about the trouble boiling up right now and where the white people stand in this. There must be enough sensible white people around who would be shocked and full of compassion! 
...And that brings me back to the beginning of my story. America is such a huge country and many states are just not confronted with this problem. For them it is far away like in another land. Therefore they do not think about it,let alone care. 
It really appears that there are two Americas. Will they ever unite?
People will have to learn that if you cut  yourself you bleed the same, black or white.

Dienstag, Juni 21, 2016

Just me...

June 21/2016

Now that's a funny story again and it only could happen to me! 
Will try to start from the beginning. We have a bush next to our entrance door, ages old and interwoven  by time with ivy crawling up our housewall. From one day to the other the bush died, don't ask me why. So I talked to our gardener trying to tell him what kind of replacement I wanted. Had seen a very pretty shrub in front of a house on my drive to my shopping market. To make a long story short, I thought it was a good idea to drive there and take a pic of the plant. Went there this morning ,pretty early, because I did not want people to spy me taking pics.  You never know what ideas jump up in their heads. Found a good parking space right across from the bush, rolled down my car window and took my iPad  to take a pic and a huge black guy in a gardener's outfit approached ,smiled and said...isn't it beautiful?...Redfaced I stuttered something about my gardener and a new bush etc, and then next to the bush a little ,hidden door opened and a somewhat at me suspicially looking guy showed up. So I did give no more explainations, only gas to get away from the place. So much for my secret action! But at least I got a pic of the bush and I only hope our gardener knows the name.