Last week brought the celebration of Epiphany with it. We crowned two kings: One was rather unfazed about it – see above – the other immediately picked a fight with the crown, not realizing that is him… a hit of a schizophrenic ruler…
Last week was also the first work week of the year and for some reason I feel like I did more of everything else than working. Must be the fact that I spent what felt like more time at the doctors than at the (home) office. Tuesday I had an appointment with the dental hygienist and a check-up with the dentist after over 1.5y owing to covid (they didn’t get around to invite all of the patients on time as they fell behind schedule in spring with the complete lockdown). All went well but I finally had to replace a filling that was starting to corrode around the edges, so that was done on Thursday.
The worst of the doctors appointments was Wednesday when I had to get the last of three tick-borne encephalitis vaccination. The second one already left me with massive side-effects for two days so I was expecting to suffer again. And so it was: Minutes after I left the docs office my arm started to cramp and hurt and then tingle. This spread all over my shoulder and neck and I soon felt feverish and flu like. Luckily the yoga session in the evening offered some relief through stretching and thus I was able to fall into a deep coma quite early in the evening… and this missing the whole riot at the capitol in Washington…
What a shock it was to wake to the news that the U.S. finally managed to fall into the pits of a system way removed from the democracy it stands for. It pained me immensely to realize what a mess has been made of Obama’s legacy. America is such a great place, I sincerely hope the new president will be able to quickly reunite the country and lead it back to its democratic principles of former days.
Luckily, the week ended on a good note, finally bringing some sunshine with it after all the gray and dulled days. Let’s hope for some more sunshine, snow and maybe cold to bring about a frozen lake to be enjoyed by many in different ways.
Ever since I first read the term I have been intrigued by it because it very much resonated with me.
Since we were scheduled to fly back to daily life on the 2nd, the 1st was packing and cleaning up day which meant putting away all the Christmas decorations and leaving the house seemingly dull and dark.
Anticipatory pain seemed to affect my partner a tad more than me as this is literally his second home. And I was missing my kitties and as much as I wanted to stay longer, I just as much wanted to cuddle my boys.
Still, anticipatory pain is supposed to be often more painful than the actual thing. This we cut ourselves some slack on this first day of a seemingly new year and took everything in stride. Just like the real life pros we are… (we wish…)
New Year’s Eve, what a happy occasion. How we wished we could have simply left the old year with all its ghosts behind but as we know from loooong experience that is jot how it works.
New Year’s Eve is just another day. Though the number of the year changes the next day, very little else does. We thought it couldn’t get much worse but only over the last couple of hours we realized it can. It’s been all downhill so far but do not lose hope – what goes down usually rises and blossoms again. That is the law of nature. Though whatever rises from the ashes might take another form. Whether we’ll like it or not is yet to be seen…
Wishing you all the best, especially good health and lots of strength through these rough times. Big virtual hug!
About a week ago for whatever reason I suddenly remembered southern buttermilk biscuits. Not sure what brought this on. When I tasted these the first time down in Texas I remember thinking to myself “Wow, this is like sour cream – there should be no meal without it!” I’m pretty sure many of you out there share that sentiment (though not necessarily when it comes to sour cream, that’s just my very personal taste).
Anyways, today I finally managed to get some done for myself and oh golly, are they delicious… not sure how I survived without them cold turkey for almost four years… I missed you guys!!
Not one to usually talk to food but this one just speaks to me.
Over the last weeks something was broken. I didn’t seem to process feelings the way I used to. And I’m still not quite back to normal. Some emotions are more intense, others I can’t seem to find anymore. Is the corona virus causing this malfunction? I may have to consider shutting me down for a weekend. If that does not work I will most certainly be forced to run an overnight re-boot.
Maybe all works for naught as I’m not a machine. I’m human after all.
Sometimes running can feel like flying. It is – at least for some of us – a rather rare and thus highly precious feeling and one of the reasons that keep me going. Especially on the occasion when I feel like there’s not much left in the tank and then I end up soaring. Loving it!
over the weekend my phantasy gave it’s all during one night when I woke up twice to a mind-bogglingly outrageous and slightly disturbing dream. Let’s just say in one a huge fish on ice turned out to be still alive and then magically transformed into a girl I befriended and we were best friends ever after…
I think I might be in need of some quality friends-time 😉
Running is my outlet. Whether I need to let some steam off or re-energize myself, going for a run is always very high on my list. I’m by far not a fast runner as I keep struggling with exercise-induced-asthma and interval training is simply not my favorite. But I get my behind out there on a regular basis, no matter what the weather’s like. I just love to be outside, sucking the fresh air into my lungs, feeling my legs work and my head airing out. The latter is a main motivator for me – whenever I have stuff to process I run it off as I seem to be more honest with myself on my runs and thus find conclusions that are closer to my heart than if I simply sit and ponder. So if you’d ask me if I’m running from something I’d rather say I’m running towards something: A solution. Peace of mind.
Before 2017 whenever I joined a race I was mostly disenchanted – too many people, too nervous before the race, not properly prepared… whatever the reasons, it usually took me quite a while to get back on the track. But returning home from the USA I felt the urge to participate in a race with my running bud and best friend of several years. And as fate had it he asked me right around that time if I would like to join him in a New Year’s race mid-January 2017. And that was the start to a crazy running season for me: I completed over 180km in 15 races! Seriously: Kudos to myself 😉
Swiss City Halbmarathon
I’m not intent in surpassing the number of runs of mileage put into runs, not at all. In fact I think I’ll do a little less but you never know… I mean, the first two or three races are already set for 2018, the first two taking place in January… so hopefully off to a great start!
Q: Do you have any sports, reading, vacation, party or otherwise fun goals for 2018?