Tuesday, August 25, 2015


found in a used German translation copy of Andrew Osmond's "Plenty", a dedication, dated September 21, 1987, and a thank you note, used as a bookmark

Saturday, August 22, 2015

reading 5

Holy shit balls batman, I'm a reading machine!

Monday, August 17, 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Sunday, August 9, 2015

sunday morning in the hood...

I had to get out of my apartment before it got too hot again (*ha!*, 30C/86F at 8:45 a.m.), and took the new baby cam for a test drive.

I wore these for 4 years, 3 years (since the stroke) exclusively, because the AFO/Orthese fitted in it. I wore them year round, but now they're dead. I buried them first thing in the morning. €19,90, that's not bad for 4 years, right?

OMG! It's the u-woman!

Got another pair of the 4 year sneakers!

I broke down and dyed my hair. I *really* wanted to be like all those cool white/gray haired women and got the old color half grown out, but, due to the stroke I feel at least 20 years older than I am already - and that's on a good day - I don't need to see someone even older when I look in the mirror. So I just did it, put poison on the head yet again. I changed one thing though. I used to dye my hair red, sometimes natural, sometimes wild red. But since that hasn't been bringing me any luck for 10 years, I switched to chocolate brown. :) (It's still a tiny bit red in the sun.)

Cooling down with air condition, aahhhhhhhhh.......

Friday, August 7, 2015

i'm outta ideas

nectarine with cooling trauma creme?
grapes with stevia ketchup (sprinkled with linseed/flax)?
brown banana (yuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!) with mustard?
grocery shopping?

Thursday, August 6, 2015

reading 2

I'm not sure how many of those are available in English (except the obvious of course, like Lily Brett), I do know that one of *the* most important books of my life was translated. That would be Brigitte Schwaiger's "Wie kommt das Salz ins Meer/Why Is There Salt in the Sea?". I've been reading this book for 35 years again and again, and, to me, it never gets old, and, again to me, it's relevant, even though it was written in 1977. And R.I.P., Brigitte Schwaiger, I wish you wouldn't have chosen the "shorter way", as you called it.

what's for dinner?

my air condition


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

what once was

the only picture of myself in existence that I actually can bear to look at without cringing.....two months pre-stroke, taken by someone I'd rather forget, but can't

Monday, August 3, 2015

tough day

Reading Margit Schreiner's "Heißt lieben"  (I'm working on the next reading list) made me miss my Mom so badly. Not that a day went by the last almost 18 years that I haven't thought of her, but on some days something triggers me into the abyss. I believe this was taken only a couple of weeks before her sudden death.

almost I

as I see it

Saturday, August 1, 2015

My cam had a baby.

Needed something small for the days my body is too weak handling the big one (and my phone's cam just doesn't cut it for me). Got a good deal on this one. I'm paying for my outing now, headache, feeling weak and overwhelmed. Heat, too many people, the mall was crazy, people buying, buying, buying. It showed me again that I can't handle it often anymore. *A*n*y*w*a*y*, new toy, so yay! lol First though, vacuuming, stationary bike. Blech!