It is not easy to admit. But if you live with a half-way normal outdoor cat you live with a serial killer. Henry is a half-way normal cat. He does not discriminate when it comes to his victims. His favourite prey are mice. I guess … Continue reading Living with a killer
a genius way to dispose of pizza boxes at a popular place for outings and picnics? or a place where cats can collect their new bed and hiding place whenever they need one? FOWC with Fandango: Boxes
In 2010 I saw Fool’s Garden live. The occasion was a Uriah Heep concert, organised by a company celebrating their 100th anniversary (Alpina, Ober-Ramstadt). Fool’s Garden had one world–wide hit, Lemon Tree. And this one line immediately resonated in my head when I heard today’s prompt:
isolation – is not good for me
Incidentally, Fool’s Garden addressed the one-hit-wonder phenomenon at this concert. Do they mind that they are always asked to play this one song? Do they get sick of playing Lemon Tree? And they said: No, why would they? Without this song they would have never seen the world like they did, they would have never had a tour of Japan (they had more tours, I’m sure, but “Japan” stuck in my mind). They would probably not be able to work and live comfortably as fulltime musicians for the rest of their lives.
Last Saturday Debbie from Travel with Intent showed us a man “with one long and one short” and I had an adequate response, I think. But in the depth of my archive I had the perfect answer to her picture. But the darn thing waited until almost another week was gone to turn up.
As I’ve mentioned, we bough a new (used) car a couple of weeks ago. It’s a stick shift. I’ve just read that only about a quarter of new cars sold in Germany are stick shift, the trend is definitely toward automatics. Driving a stick shift … Continue reading No automatic for me
This rather large sculpture of Jürgen Goertz stands in front of the Rhein-Neckar-Kreis Hospital in Weinheim. Her earring is not the only impressive thing about her. But I’ve always been an earring woman. It’s the one piece of jewellery I never leave the house without it; in fact, I feel decidedly naked if I do forget it like once in a blue moon.