Today we went to the senior citizens’ theater. My auntie and uncle are still actively supporting the performances (my aunt with makeup, my uncle staffing the bar) while my mom stopped working with them (she was the master makeup artist before she left :-)) because of the commute that was getting too tedious for all the rehearsals and two weeks of performances.
The play was a hoot as usual and the actors put all their passion into their play. What an inspiring performance.
While skimming through my little sketchbook I recalled a couple of last week’s events I wanted to share with y’all. I thought you might enjoy the stories connected to them. Während ich eben mein kleines Skizzenbuch durchblätterte, erinnerte ich mich an ein paar Ereignisse von letzter Woche, die ich mit euch teilen wollte.Ich dachte, ihr würdet die dazugehörigen Geschichten mögen.
First off, last week I had a new superlative entering my life. The loudest thunderclap I’ve ever heard in my entire life. And believe me, when it comes to thunderstorms I’ve experienced my share in Texas. Man, they have what I call thunderstorms from hell. They come with lightning so bright as to pale any atomic flash (yes, pun intended). And the ruckus – it could wake the dead. Or kill the living. Once during a workday a thunderstorm was passing by overhead and a thunder boomed out with such might that it sent me diving under my desk – right when my boss walked out his office and watched me in bemused wonder. Or at least that’s how I remember it. It has to be mentioned that he is Californian so I imagine nothing less than an earthquake or some such disaster can wreck his nerves. Zuerst durfte ich letzte Woche eine neue Superlative in meinem Leben erfahren. Es handelt sich um den lautesten Donnerknall, den ich je in meinem Leben gehört habe.Und glaubt mir, bezüglich Gewitter habe ich meinen Teil in Texas erlebt. Mann, die haben vielleicht Gewitter… als kämen sie direkt aus aus der Hölle. Die kommen mit Blitzen so hell, da würde jeder Atomblitz erblassen vor Neid (ja, Wortspiel beabsichtigt).Und der Krach – der könnte Tote wecken.Oder Lebende ins Grab bringen.Einmal während eines Arbeitstages zog ein Gewitter vorbei und es donnerte derart gewaltig, dass mich der Kanonenschlag direkt unter meinen Schreibtisch tauchen liess – genau dann, als mein Chef aus seinem Büro trat und mich in gedankenverlorener Verwunderung beobachtete.Oder zumindest so habe ich es in Erinnerung. An dieser Stelle muss erwähnt werden, dass er Kalifornier ist, entsprechend lässt ihn bestimmt alles, was nicht die Ausmasse eines Erdbebens oder einer ähnlichen Katastrophe annimmt, völlig kalt lässt.
Anyways, so I was peacefully asleep in my bed when this fateful thunderstorm passed right through my bedroom – or at least that’s what it sounded like. And then this thunderbolt shook my dreamworld and had me leap from under my sheets and right behind the headboard of the bed. Yes sir. And while I was crouching there, waiting for fiend himself to finally come and grab me by the lapel (though obviously I wasn’t wearing anything with a lapel at that moment) I thought of the cats and how the little one got so confused when he heard the fireworks on Swiss National Day. And while I debated to get over myself and crawl out from behind my cover my two brave cats approached me – loudly purring and immediately starting to rub themselves up to me. They knew mommy was in need of some serious Valium substitute. Thank you, brave boys! Wie auch immer. Ich war also friedlich in meinem Bett am schlafen, als dieses schicksalhafte Gewitter durch mein Schlafzimmer zog – oder zumindest fühlte es sich so an.Ein furchtbarer Donnerschlag riss mich aus meiner Traumwelt und ließ mich unter meiner Decke hervor direkt hinter das Kopfende des Bettes springen. Jawohl. Und während ich dort hockte und darauf wartete, dass mich der Teufel höchstpersönlich am Kragen packen möge (obwohl ich natürlich keinen erwähnenswerten Kragen trug), dachte ich daran, wie mein Katzenbaby sich am Schweizer Nationalfeiertag vor dem Feuerwerk ängstigte. Und während ich noch mit mir selbst darüber debattierte, wie ich mich am besten zusammenreissen und aus meinem Versteck kriechen sollte, näherten sich mir meine beiden tapferen Katzen – laut schnurrend und sich sofort an mich schmiegend. Sie wussten, dass Mama einen ernsthaften Valium-Ersatz nötig hatte. Danke, ihr mutigen Jungs!
Talking about the cats reminds me how I mentioned on Instagram I believe it was how elusive Joker was when it came to photos. I hardly ever get him on camera. Lately I realized that this might not be owing to his elusiveness but rather to his ability to camouflage. Wo wir gerade von Katzen sprechen: Kürzlich hatte ich auf Instagram, wenn ich mich recht erinnere, wie unglaublich schwer Joker vor die Kamera zu bringen ist.Ich habe noch kaum ein Foto von ihm.Nun ist mir klar geworden, dass das nicht so sehr an seinem ausweichenden Verhalten liegt, sondern vielmehr an seiner Fähigkeit, sich zu tarnen.
Did you find the cat in that picture? 🙂
Habt ihr die Katze im Bild gefunden? 🙂
I hope y’all have a wonderful week! Ich hoffe, ihr habt alle eine wundervolle Woche!
Last night I thought I still had a Bitter Lemon in my fridge so why not have a gin with Bitter Lemon? So I poured in the gin and went to the fridge, opened it and – discovered that the Bitter Lemon was gone. I wrecked my head over when I’d drank it but couldn’t remember for the life of me.
So I started studying the other choices of liquids in my fridge which comprised of salad dressing, sparkling wine and milk. My mind wandered to the various scenes in the movie “The Big Lebowski” where Jeff Bridges is drinking a White Russian. I decide to look up what options I have as I’m pretty certain that pouring the gin back into the bottle is none… or doomed to fail. So I might just as well drink it some way.
On the internet I swiftly found the page “Drinking like an old man” that offered me a mixture of gin and mild with a sprinkle of nutmeg on top. Unfortunately, I was out of nutmeg so I simply poured the milk onto the gin. Not sure whether it’s the lack of nutmeg but that drink certainly needs some getting used to… After drinking about half of it and still not being convinced I decided the drink definitely lacked a certain tartness so I added a good spritz of lemon juice. This actually improved the taste greatly but it was not long before the lemon and milk decided they were never becoming best friends and thus separated… there went my experiment, only semi-successful. But once again I had to admit to myself that I’m pretty brave and seldom shy of a culinary experiment 😉
Monday was awfully windy here in Switzerland. When I got home and left my car I met my cat friends, Elvis and Joker, who were hanging on for dear life to avoid being blown across the courtyard. I leaned in and led the way to the safety of our little house.
Running has been a two-sided sword lately. While I’ve always loved the serenity and calm, clarity and freedom I gained from running, it is still a sport and if you’re a little under the weather or simply a tad burnt out it can be a real challenge to complete a race. No more feeling like flying over those fields.
Before I went on my 3-week vacation mid-September I was definitely drained, both physically but even more so mentally. And thus I had to realize I wasn’t up to finishing the 10k race I had registered for. After 8k my mind simply shut down and my legs wouldn’t move anymore. I took this as a sign to slow down and seriously re-charge my batteries during my vacation.
I was successful and even though I caught the sniffles and stopped training alltogether for a couple of days, it seems like this was exactly what my body needed.
Thus regarched and mentally ready I got off to this year’s half-marathon of my choice around a most idyllic lake close by. All went well – until km 10…
And that’s when – for some still inexplicable reason – I not only fell, but flew for the briefest of moments and came crashing down on the gravel path: Ouch! It hurt. And once again not only physically but even more so mentally. I know it sounds aweful but I was kind of relieved to see another runner crash at the exact same spot I did only a minute later. Helped me not to feel too awkward… Horrible, I know.
Anyways, after getting cleaned up a little I tried to run on but in the end didn’t have the stomach to pull it through and turned around. I wanted to make sure I hadn’t cracked or torn anything. As luck would have it the halfway mark where I crashed was right where the boats crossed the lake so I was able to hop on and get myself chauffeured back to the finish line.
Luckily, I wasn’t seriously hurt. So the next day despite the road burn, bruising and horrible muscle aches I was able to get up – and even run. As my friend said: Get up on that horse again to avoid a mental block. And so I did. My dear Renntier (running deer :-)) friend took me back to the lake and “made” me finish the second half of the race. Just for the sake of it I added some extra 3-4k to show running who’s boss 🙂
Q: Did you ever crash badly enough to keep you from ever doing something again, say skiing, horseback riding, skating etc.?
Ruins of ancient buildings wherever the gaze wanders. Beauty and glory behind every corner. This city truly feels like an open air museum. So much history in every corner. And don’t even get me started on the food… Glorious, indeed!
Thursday evening was all about the first “main” scenes such as the Colosseum and the Roman Forum.
Yesterday I hiked my feet off to go wave to the pope from afar, basking in the glory of St. Peter’s Cathedral and the Fortress slightly outside Vatican 🇻🇦 City.
On my way back I also passed by what felt like thousands of churches and chapels and – eventually – La Bocca della Verita or the Mouth of Truth to see whether I’m trustworthy or the guy would bite off my hand 🤚 Luckily all’s still in place and I’m allowed to continue doodling 🎨😅