Archive for September 2009

September 30, 2009

Heute am Parkplatz vom Hofer habe ich ein dreijähriges Mädchen zwischen den Autos herumspazieren gesehen.
Voll irre, oder?
Grundsätzlich vermeide ich Ratschläge im Bezug auf Kindererziehung, weil es sowieso nichts bringt, wenn Leute zu doof sind. Aber diesmal (nachdem ich eine Weile nebst meinen Winzlingen bei dem kleinen Mädchen gewartet hatte, damit es nicht vor die ein- und umparkenden Autos rennt) konnte ich es einfach nicht unterlassen, die Mutter bei ihrer Rückkehr blöd anzureden. An sich waren wir beide sehr höflich, aber ich hasse solche Szenen. Dieses unangenehme Gefühl, wenn einen jemand hasst, weil man ihm dezent angedeutet hat, dass er eine Flasche ist.


I vow to thee, my country

September 29, 2009

„I vow to thee, my country“ is such a beautiful song… So strong and so beautiful it almost makes me cry.

It is strange how little I know about anglo-saxon culture. But I’m catching up constantly (and falling in love …)

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.

I’m going to google information about it but so far I think it refers to soldiers falling for GB (part 1) and to going to heaven (part2).
PS: (edit) I’ve read the wikipedia article about this hymn. You can find the same melody as part of the symphony „The planets“ – Jupiter (I knew, I knew it!) by Holst and I’m not totally sure which text (the one referring to god’s mercy or the one referring to England) was first. Plus: The second verse is in fact the third (but the second is a bit aggressive and therefore not sung in GB.) The text is by Arthur Spring-Rice. Oh, and it is the song sung by the choir in „Another country“ (I knew it, I knew it! II). Did I mention Rupert Everett is gorgeous?

September 27, 2009

Haushalte ohne Geschirrspüler sind voll nervig.

September 26, 2009

I love it when they enjoy eating something nice and healthy…


September 21, 2009

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‚em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‚Hold on!‘

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‚ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds‘ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

(If. By Rudyard Kipling.
I especially love the first two lines.
I spend a great time wondering about all the classics I’ve never heard of. Which makes me wonder about my education. But I try to catch up on it all. My next projects: Faust II, any famous Russian that comes my way, Schiller’s „Die Räuber“ and maybe I’ll get myself a book about English literature because I know so little about it.
PS: I’ve read „The white man’s burden“ and thought it more witty than evil-imperialistic.)

September 19, 2009

Baby-A. hat heute das erste Mal die Treppe erklommen (mit mir auffangbereit hinter sich). Ohne zu zögern und mit einer Zielstrebigkeit, als hätte sie es heimlich geübt.

cub-photos again

September 19, 2009

As day after day passes peacefully, (the only drama we have: a little dirt here, a few scratches there), tiny projects like painting pictures or walking in the woods or gathering berries give me the feeling of unaccomplishment. So, world: To document the adventures of C., A. and L.: A few pictures.

(as you can see baby-A. can already stand on her own little feet)
(C. picking raspberries)
(baby-A. sleeping)
DSC03912 (this one was taken a few months ago when L. was at our place)

September 16, 2009

momentane Kleinprojekte (über Großprojekte berichte ich nicht auf dem weblog. Datenschutz und so.):
* Kasperltheaterbühne aus Karton basteln (gemeinsam mit den Kindern)
* Umzugskisten ausräumen
*Sperrmüll entsorgen
* Bilder aufhängen (Babar, der König der Elefanten ist wieder im Museum und betrachtet den Elefanten-Schrei und die Elefanten-Mona-Lisa)
* Spielgruppe planen und bewerben (alle, die am 25. 09 in Kärnten sind – meldet euch bei mir 🙂 )
* sonstige evilness

September 16, 2009

Kewl. So viel Zeug und alles funktioniert… das ist sicher eine Falle.

September 15, 2009

Have dinner ready: Plan ahead even the night before to have a delicious meal on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-wary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

Clear away the clutter: Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.

Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

Minimize all noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quite. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him. Some don’ts: Don’t greet him with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.

Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax-unwind.

Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.

The goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.