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AutumnLeaves

In spite of almost the almost spring-like temperatures, the buzzing of insects and general outdoor activity we - as a family - feel rather October-y. :-)

Sarah and me took a long walk this morning, enjoying the noises the leaves made when we shuffled through them, spotting squirrels and hares along the way and just reveling in the colours all around us. The picture I took is one of her favourite tree.

We made cookies, just like we promised the kids we would this weekend, back when we didn't know that summer would peek around the corner today. The house smelled like a very creative mix of cinnamon, almonds and grass. I could get used to that.
Now, though, it smells like red cabbage. Last weekend, when we very shivering and huddled under a blanket at the end of the day, my family asked me to do "that thing from Christmas" again. I bought everything to do it this weekend, so I did. Nobody seems to mind.

The mulled wine will stay hidden in the cupboard, though.
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Last year I was preparing for a trip to Scotland around this time. I visited my cousin and her boys there for the first time and I fell in love with the country all over again. It had been 7 years since my last visit to the Highlands.

Just a year has passed. Just a year. I have to keep reminding myself that a year is not that long, actually, because it feels like so much has changed in the course of that year.
2012 has been full of changes, transitions, separations. I can't remember any other year being filed with so much speed and standstill at the same time. It's a strange feeling. I still have to decide if it's good or bad.

The one thing I do know is that 2013 will be different. I will be different. And I am determined to call it a development, a transition, a growth spurt.

Let's just hope my clothes will still fit for a while longer.
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I am currently without a kitchen and feel a bit ... lost.
Usually our kitchen is the place where everyone gathers, even without a fire. We sit around the table chatting, scribbling, humming, typing, drawing, laughing - being a family. And now we don't really fit in there with all the dust and clutter.
Don't get me wrong, I am really really really looking forward to getting my new kitchen tomorrow. Not being a complete idiot I realize that, in order the build up something new you have to tear down the old and I didn't mind the dismantling of the old kitchen all that much. I had something to do, I was part of it.

Now, however, I have to sit around and watch. And wait. Today the electrician and the plumber do their part, tomorrow the carpenter will build up the cupboards. Hopefully they will be done by Tuesday evening, so that I can start packing our stuff away again and try to find some sort of system. Hopefully from Wednesday on I will be involved again. I hate just standing by and watching.
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Breakfast is done and the table already cleared again.
Dishwasher running - check.
Washing machine and tumbler loaded - check.
Lea's kindergarten bag packed - check.
Windows closed again and heating on - check.
Bed's made - check.
Shopping list written, bags packed - check.

What am I missing.

I have the distinct feeling that I forgot something.

*silently goes through her list again, walks by a mirror, shrieks and runs upstairs*

*5 minutes later*

hair combed - check
teeth brushed - check
dressed! - check


Yes, better.
TTFN
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I used to like rainy days like today. Well, if I didn't actually like them, at least they didn't bother me all that much.
I used to put the kettle on and make some tea, read a book or write something, anything, letters, songs, poems, prose. And the weather outside was either of no importance or an inspiration.
Nowadays it's different. Weather like this means having to find means and ways to keep the whole family occupied and entertained. With [livejournal.com profile] aprost it's not that difficult, he picks up a book or turns on the computer or the TV. We even used to play chess, back in the "good ol' days".
The kids, however, pose a real challenge. With Lea you can play all sorts of games and she even likes to spend some time playing on her own. And if worse comes to worst she can watch TV for half an hour. That makes the day long and sometimes demanding. No such thing for Sarah, though. Too small for TV, too small for any of the games the rest of the family can play together. When we try to play things like Lego together her way of "playing" seriously pisses off Lea - Lea likes to build things, while it is Sarah's passion to demolish anything that reaches higher than three pieces. She is used to spending a considerable amount of time outside, pushing her little doll's pram along our street, painting the street with chalk or just watching Lea on the swings or the slide. Days completely spent inside tend to drive her a little crazy.
The fact that the girls have been sick for almost two weeks, first Lea and then Sarah, didn't help today, either. Our usual rhythm has been seriously disrupted. No kindergarten for Lea, no work for Francesco, different bed times. It took me an incredible 2 hours to finally get Sarah to sleep.
And it is still raining.
Well, now I finally have my tea and my writing while Francesco watches "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". I will join him now, because I love that film.
A little less rain tomorrow, if you please.
greencurlymum: (Emma)
Lea already had her part of the current influenza wave and was nice enough to safe some for her sister. As of last night Sarah is officially ill.
She is running an unusually high fever that not even the medicine we are to give her can do much about. She is whiny , clingy and easily bored or annoyed, which is a complete contrast to her usual self. The paediatrician told us not to worry too much, it was most likely just a normal flue - inconvenient, but a usual visitor this time of year.
Now, the funny thing is that my parents-in-law went to their doctor after we called them this morning to ask advice for us. And their doc actually GAVE advice.
To me that's a little weird, I mean, how can he propose a treatment without having seen the patient?
Anyway, it was sweet of them to ask, even though it proved to me again that they have still not accepted us as grown-ups. Believe it or not, I can take my kids to see their paediatrician when they are ill.
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After a break of more than five years, today I had the first appearance with my jazz dance group.
Once a year all the dancing school and sports clubs are provided with the opportunity to appear on stage at the local theatre, a two-day dance festival. Since the girls have been born I missed out on that every year, because [livejournal.com profile] aprost worked so late that I was never able to join the training sessions. Only last month I started to train regularly again and I was actually pretty sure I wouldn't be able to make it, because I only had three weeks to learn the choreography.
Surprisingly it worked out pretty well, though.[livejournal.com profile] aprost and the girls were in the audience and just before the music started and the lights went on I heard Lea say loudly "There's my mummy!" Made me smile throughout the whole performance.

Saturday

Nov. 7th, 2009 09:25 pm
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Lea is much better. No fever, just a slight cough left, knees not as wobbly anymore. Still, she was in no condition to take her with me to Düsseldorf yesterday and since there was no babysitter available that I could or would have left her with (my mum had doctors' appointments the whole day and [livejournal.com profile] aprost a job interview in Frankfurt) I unfortunately missed out on [livejournal.com profile] shannachie's reading at Fantasydays .
Actually we had been invited to dinner at my parents' place tonight. However, I wanted to keep the girls home and get them to bed at their usual time after all the changes in routine over the last few days, so we had dinner here instead.
And it went surprisingly well.
Normally when my dad comes over I automatically go into panic-mode. He is overly critical of everything I do or don't do - and that is not just my impression. The kitchen is always messy, the garden in a terrible state, the kids either too noisy or too quiet and the food never to his liking. Even [livejournal.com profile] aprost gets a little nervous before his father-in-law arrives; today he made a frantic run to take all the summer left-overs like plastic chairs and tables and kids toys into the garage and out of sight, something I have been begging him to do for at least two weeks.
Tonight was different, though. I have the strong suspicion that my dad already had a couple of beers before he walked through the door and the bottle of wine that we had opened surely helped as well. In any case, he made no nasty comments about the state of the house or the kids. Or my outfit, for that matter.
Raclette was not a tacky idea, like he had claimed last time - on the contrary, ate with an appetite and complimented us on the choice of cheese and vegetables. He actually savoured the wine instead of gulping it down like he normally does. And he stayed another two hours after dinner was over together with my mum - usually he starts checking his watch while swallowing his last bite in order not to miss the next bus.

I have no idea what exactly was different tonight - but I hope it's going to stay like that for a while.
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The whole family spent a wonderful weekend - something none of us had actually expected.
On Friday we drove to Speyer to meet with Francesco's former boss. The original idea was the two men meeting for a meal and a couple of beers while I would take care of Lea in the hotel, but it turned out that Paul (the ex-boss) needed to get home before 10 p.m. and therefor wanted to meet rather early. Furthermore he specifically asked to see "the whole lot", so Lea and me tagged along. We had dinner in a brewery; the staff was very friendly towards children, lots of toys and entertainment for Lea, so lots of fun and relaxation for both parents.
On Saturday we went on to FIS where old friends and fellow filkers gave us a warm welcome. Francesco was somewhat sceptical at first, not being a fan either of filk or of science fiction or fantasy. He is a huge fan of [livejournal.com profile] puggie though and enjoyed listening to his one performance and otherwise talk and listen to him over the beers that they shared in a brotherly fashion.
Lea had the time of her life with Simon (eldest son of [livejournal.com profile] delennara and [livejournal.com profile] puggie) and Frederik, [livejournal.com profile] realfranklin's son. Molly was her usual wonderful self and made everybody feel home and welcome, providing delicious and dangerous amounts of food.
I totally enjoyed being among filkers again and finally had a chance to talk to [livejournal.com profile] roja in peace, something we never got to do since the first time we met. And I can't actually remember when that was.
[livejournal.com profile] shannachie read us the introduction to her novel, Eva (is she on LJ?) played many wonderful new and old songs and [livejournal.com profile] nemsi once again overcame his initial nervousness and joined into the chorus of voices and hearts.
The only down-part was the news that [livejournal.com profile] nelladarren couldn't come due to untimely loss of her gallbladder. *hugs again to you*
And now, even though it was no con, I have the blues.
I miss you guys.
greencurlymum: (lookatme)
Good thing:
Had an outburst of creativity this morning and feel this immense urge to write something. Loads of ideas are floating my brain - a possible ending for a story that has been hiding in a corner for two years, lyrics plus melody for a new song, even some university related stuff.

Bad thing:
My Granny has decided to celebrate her birthday in our house (You have soooo much room, kids!) and hence I spent the time until now preparing garden, table and food, just took a shower and desperately need to get my hair done before the first annoying .... I mean, wonderful guests are going to arrive.

Think I stand a chance that the creativity wave will be there for me to ride also tomorrow?

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