erinnerungswortfaeden

von eltern, grosseltern, freunden - woerter, saetze, redewendungen:

mank den kartoffeln
so doof kann man manchmal gar nicht denken
ich glaub mich knutscht ein elch
frieda
flunder
dino
huehnerhabicht
schnurpselchen

...

to be continued

fuer mich solls rote rosen regnen

fuer eine freundin wahre ich
ein bittersuesses geheimnis.

ich will auch.


es tut ein bisschen weh
so alles um mich rum

vor einer tuer


das lachen hoeren
die klinke druecken

abgeschlossen

_____

Schmetterlingsgedanken

Ich sah dich zwischen Erdbeerpflanzen
auf sonnenwarmer Erde.
Ich verlor dich
unweit des Waescheplatzes
der Wind streicht durch weisses Leinen
und ein leises Kichern
manchmal nah.
Ich fand dich wieder im Honigginster
ein leises Flattern in gewoelbter Hand.

wochenenden

gut again

langes wochenende ohne gedanken an arbeit

bluegrass music festival

sommerwetter

loch dann

schlafen

gelb

yes




SOMMERTIME...AND THE LIVING IS EASY!

town country side

TOWN

Yesterday on my way home I did pass a few very dolled up ladies. Dresses that not quite dressed but more revealed and high heels that stood in sharp competition to the dublin spire just a few meters further down the road.
More and more women in short dresses, stilettos and with tons of make up walking into my sight.
What's the story I thought by myself? Is that maybe the biggest hen night ever? Somebody famous?
Realising that all these girls had the same goal - cinema Savoy - it dawned on me:
SEX IN THE CITY 2.

I can't believe they all dressed up like that just to see a movie. In Dublin. In O'Connell Street.

But maybe I just don't understand. Never having seen the TV-Series. Never having seen the first movie.
Maybe I am missing something.
Or maybe I was just happy that I could walk home in my comfy but great fitting jeans, my flat but flashing red shoes
with the only two things in mind - hugs from the skypainter and a cool pear cider in the fridge.

I am SO not into this. Like. : ) It made me smile nonetheless. Girly girly and irish women.


COUNTRY

Today it's raining and I skipped my saturday morning jog along the seafront. Instead easy breakfast, easy housework and a trip to the fabric shop in Powerscourt that's closing down to roam to the great offers and left overs.
Successfully I purchased red and scandinavian designed fabrics to finish the upholstering the chairs and maybe trying my skills in fabricating some cushions.
The biggest success of this lovely trip through amazing green countryside with trees tripping with moisture and fog and sunshine competing was that I got german style sourdough rye breadrolls with sesame and pumpkin seeds for unbelievable 50cents a piece. The first one I ate in the car on the way back - tasting so yummy and so much like home.
Best taste and best bread ever I had sofar here in Ireland for really good value.
Afterwards I went up to the butcher in the village up the road to find some nice diced lamb for the indian receipe that's waiting to be tried out and a mini piece of liver to fight the B12 deficiency. That butcher shop is tiny, resembling a bit an old country style grocery shop. The meat is fresh and of always of good quality and if you like you can buy some vegetables to go with the dish there too. The men in the shop are always in good mood with friendly smiles for everybody, a fast joke on the lips and twinkle in the eyes. Flirting butchers - I am coming to the conclusion that here in Ireland this goes with the profession.
Not a big meat eater myself I love that small shop for there homemade products and the local approach to food.
If I am buying my little amount of meat every now and then I don't want to be frowned upon and I like to know where the purchases came from.
Now I am sitting in between all the office papers that are collecting and tidy. It looks like the closed curtain of grey clouds will rip open soon and I am planning to walk up to the skypainters workshop where he is sitting and working carefully and sweating over our wedding rings.

YES, JA, OUI!!!!!

Geschafft, abgeschlossen, in der Post.
Nach arbeitsreichen langen Tagen ist nun Wochenende und dann gehe ich in eine neue Arbeitswoche mit abends Freizeit und normalen Feierabendstunden und einem schoenen Kurs mitte der Woche.

Gut, dass ich das ganze noch vom Tisch bekommen habe, so gehe ich viel entspannter in eine neue Woche und ins Wochenende.
Und mein Nacken entspannt sich hoffentlich wieder.






Im Kuehlschrank wartet seit gestern abend ein kuehles BirnenCider.


Oh, himmlisch sind die kleinen Freuden!