Eight Years Ago

Category: This is My Life

I find it hard to believe that it has been eight years since I regularly looked into your eyes or hugged you in my arms, shared your secrets and your days, and told you, “I love you”. Eight years passes in a flurry of new experiences, passionate study, and laughter in rooms which are, at times far away from you.

This morning I woke up and thought of you. As I do. Still. Every morning while drinking my coffee and contemplating my navel… And India Arie asks the questions on my mind..

I wonder, I wonder if you really knew, that I see God in you And I wonder if you can see, how much you mean to me I know you cannot read my mind, but I hope you feel my vibe I think it’s time I let you know that, I see the God in you

Hey there, my beloved ones. You know who you are. You all hear it, but some of you don’t believe it. Did you know that you are not my beloved for what you do, or who you are, or how often I see or hear from you. You are not my beloved because you help me, or you know people, or you challenge me. You are not my beloved because we grew up together, or spent our days, nights, vacations, years together, or because we agree about politics, or disagree about religion. Or vice-versa….

Heads up: You are my beloved - because you are loved by Maus(es), and by me! It’s just that simple.

Guess Who Is Forty Today

Category: For My Sisters

Looking good, Mister!

Happy Birthday, Foffy! - Alles gute, und viele liebe Grüße von mir + alle 57 Mausi!

Hi Everybody!

Category: This is My Life

Lookie, my webmaster fixed my site - ain’t he the bestest?

Hey we’re back from our vacation in Northern Germany, and it was great! I’ll post some pictures soon.

We’ve also been to Pontresina, Switzerland to celebrate the 50th birthday of Intervac, and meet the organizers from all over the world. That was fun! We have had the pleasure of meeting many of the European organizers before, but now we also have faces for New Zealand, Spain, US, Norway, Canada, Greece… Such warm hearted and wonderful people, it was our pleasure to be included in their special evening

Hope this finds you all happy and in good health. Check back tomorrow, it’s a special day…

Welcome BrewToos

Category: This is My Life

It’s around here somewhere. (brewtoos.jpg)

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new member in our family. I would like to introduce… Brewtoos.

Many, many thanks to the nice saleswoman at E&H Meyer, Stuttgart on the Tübingerstrasse, who finally agreed to sell me the display model, with his charming broken ear…

…and thank you Wolfgang, for cheerful pick-up and delivery. 45 kilos… "moving Gaby is still more work… " ;-)

…and, of course thanks to my Peaj, who has agreed to live with Brewtoos for a long, long time.

Oh, ain’t he sweet? Life is so good!


*happy sigh*

Word of Mouth in Blogdom

Category: Internet Gossip

Note: I rescued this post from the internet archive and I have left the links directed back there. Hope you don’t mind.

I read lots of blogs. I like to dive in and follow-the-links from one site to another, taking in impressions lke a Sunday drive in the country. This morning, at Cranky Chick I was treated to her Quote of the Day. Hmmm…huh?? I clicked on Cranky’s link to Rachel’s site and read there a long rant about how mean and ungrateful the French are / have become, and how, you guessed it, “they hate us”.

I dunno folks - my mother was a small child when her father died in France too. I don’t hate the French, and I haven’t noticed that she does either. Nor do they appear to hate my mother or I. (Let’s be honest here, even if they had hated me in the past, they would not be able to continue doing so in the face of my-actually-liking-them, without revealing a certain unnecessary insecurity, would they?)

I’m not looking for a fight, and apparently Ms. Lucas’ source isn’t either as I found when I followed the link in her rant, now prefaced with:

“WARNING: A lot of bogus information and falsehood is being relayed, based on some serious misuderstanding of the following article. …”

and offers in explanation this link. If I read this correctly, the good Frogman wanted to note that these conditions existed, nothing more, nothing less. He did not say that they had existed before he arrived , nor did he suggest that the condition would persist into all eternity. I am left with the impression that he only wanted to see and share, not draw conclusions about why the condition existed, not make (clever, unsupported, biased, wishful) assumptions.

For this moment, the Frogman offered to be our eyes. He offered us a chance to see what he saw, and question how and why. To wonder and, if it really bothered us, to research the Real Reason Why. In my opinon, this is good blogging.

In reading the comments (after the article) I was sorry to see that he was met by the simplistic stone wall of “they hate us, the ungrateful bastards”. If the symbols of the American nation had been in the Frogman’s three photos would that have been interpreted as “they love us, pass the brie”?

What good can come of expecting to be insulted?

Side note: I would like to offer a plea here for patience with people who are cool enough to blog in a second language! (I’m not, and the Germans tend to be a lot more forgiving about confusion between intent-vs-content than native English speakers.) Hats off to the Dissident Frogman!

Hi Kids I’m Back

Category: This is My Life

I haven’t much to say about the events in the world-at-large… Anybody who knows me - knows my thoughts on the matters at hand. Anybody who doesn’t know me, knows enough other people to have probably heard their share of opinions.

“Be nice to each other” is not such an original thought … I know my mother had it already - and yours probably did too.

“Share please, girls.”

That said, I have decided to play around with the advice in my horoscope, extending the already-week-long mass-media (TV/radio) blackout in the house to include all Internet news, editorial and OP blogs for the next 96 hours.

Yep, you got it. …coming up next we have our ongoing, practically live coverage of

“Ninety-Six Hours!
Mauses - Embedded In Real Life”.

If a bomb goes off in the Stadtpark, I’ll tell you all about it…

…but first, I’m going swimming…

Tja, So Much For Swimming

I forgot. Friday evening at the pool – swim club. Oh soooo many kids, and laughter, and waiting parents, and flipping towels, and dozens of little wet-heads doing the bob-bob breaststroke up and down the pool.

I went shopping….

A List of Things I Didn’t Buy

  • A copy of “Die Glut” by Sandor Marai – It was the book-of-the-month for the reading group at Guardian Online I found 3 copies in e-bay, I’ll try for those first.
  • A binary desk clock at Think Geek.
  • A chocolate ice cream cone at Stefanello’s – cause it’s too close to dinner time…

Speaking of which… we’re talking yummy leftover spaghetti and a wonderful french red wine to go with a German movie (“Nackt”) on DVD.

The Elevator Doors Open

Category: This is My Life

and I, watching carefully where I place my feet see immediately a pair of knees waiting for the elevator to arrive. “Don’t forget the salad, Nancy. Don’t forget the salad”. Glancing up quickly I greet the face belonging to the knees, and scan the floor again for little pieces of dust or paper waiting to trip me up on my way to LeoCenter.

Argh! “Danger, Will Robinson!” Four huge bags of vegetables! The knees move to the side to make room for me to exit the elevator, and two hands begin collecting the handles to the bags.

“Which of my neighbors have bought such a selection of veggies?? Look how lovely they are!” Sorted by color and type, in large clear plastic bags - red and gold peppers together with zucchini and tomatoes, in the middle of winter! Carrots, chinese cabbage and a gigantic cauliflower. Wonderful dusty potatoes, onions, both red and white. Oranges, apples, pears, kiwis, and lemons.

A feast for the eyes

Curiosity wins out. I stop my feet and look up directly into the dear face of my friend and catalog partner Conny who has come to surprise and delight. I begin to think that she is incapable of doing otherwise - her nature simply requires that she spread goodwill wherever she goes.

Photo my me, veggies from Conny and my helper, Gagi

You see how rich we are (and how much help I had making photos)? All of us - you and I, rich like kings in the very ways which a king seldom if ever can be. Our friends, with their kind hearts and gentle souls, they who treasure the joy they give us - as a gift we give to them.

Liebe Conny? Ich bin sehr stoltz dir als Fruendin zu bezeichnen zu koennen.

A Solution

Category: This is My Life

Juergen says the maus-fanny would impact the floor with approximately 10 kpm. That’ll put a dent in your bumper.

…I shouldn’t need an airbag though…