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Sundays, bloody Sundays

Scare

When returning from my run yesterday afternoon I got a really bad scare as my neighbor called me with the news that another neighbor across the street called him with bad news: She had a dead kitty in the garden and she was afraid it might be Elvis, one of the kitties who have chosen me as their guardian. I took the news pretty stoically as I tend to but decided to walk up to Elvis favorite place, the chicken coop to gather my thoughts and brace myself for the possible blow. And who was there, happily chilling away in the sun with the chickens??!? Elvis!!! I was so happy and relieved I just broke down and cried and cuddled both Elvis and JB, his brother who had followed me up to the chickens from home. Then I sent my neighbor a photo and called him and we sniffled some sniffles of relieve together. We’re so happy to have our fosterlings safe and sound.

Still, my heart is aching for the family who actually lost their kitty today – so very sad. May the little tiger race the meadows of eternity with his furry friends.

Sofa Sunday

This weekend we got a first taste of the approaching fall – it rained incessantly for two days straight. What better to do than spending some time on the sofa, drinking tea, reading or watching a good movie.

When I’m lounging on the sofa I’m seldom alone these days as Elvis’ favorite spot to cuddle up is on a throw on the couch.

But I didn’t spend all my weekend hours inside. I also got myself out into the rain for a run twice. On Sunday for a 90min run which Nike Running Global Head Coach Bennett made bearable by saying the right things at the right time.

While out on the long run I saw a field mouse crossing the road in the torrential rain and once on the other side it had troubles getting onto the sidewalk so I helped it up and into the wide field away from the gushing waters pouring down the sidewalk. It quickly snuck underneath some clovers and seemed content enough.

Though the weather was quite awful to be outside in without a good umbrella, I still enjoyed the run and the feeling of badassery I carried throughout it and into the rest of the day.

Creative Bout

When time and creative passion hit, things start happening.

I love to do 1 minute doodles – I start off doodling for 1 minute and then have to finish from there. It is quite remarkable how basic you can start off and still get a decent result with an little detail work like shadowing and extra inking.

The reason I like these explosive exercises is that it takes the pressure away to satisfy my perfectionism.

As a matter of fact I know that I will never be able to draw as perfectly as I would wish to so perfectionism only stifles my creativity and I absolutely need to overcome it in order to enjoy the process of creation.

The 1 minute method is how I learn to let go and improve by only focusing on the big picture for one minute. This also improves my ability to quickly sketch on the go instead of mindlessly snapping photos.

Sunday Fun Day

Sundays from spring to fall are reserved for bicycling. It’s been a tradition between my mum and my aunt for the longest time that they circle a lake nearby together, then sit on a bench and have coffee and sometimes prosecco they brought along. At some point I joined them without circling the lake as I usually lived further away and had enough to work from home to the lake and back. In exchange, the coffee and prosecco break was extended to a full blown breakfast.

When to begin with only my dad and my uncle joined us for for the coffee part after a while the visitors – mostly family – that joined us for a coffee by the lakeside grew and changed: sometimes my cousin with her four kids would join, now it’s still my dad and uncle but also my brother with his twins. In the meantime they often accompany my mum on their bikes which offers a nice change to the hours spent gaming.

I immensely enjoy those family Sundays and the cross training it offers me. I hope there are many more to come!!

Theater

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.

Sunday Bicycle Routine

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Capturing panoramic view from Kappel am Albis / Fesselndes Panorama von Kappel am Albis

My mom and aunt established a Sunday morning bicycling routine a long time ago. I have no idea when they started it but I remember that at some point – when I had passed the teenage years and my twenties, the age known for “having to sleep in because I partied too hard on Saturday night” – I was grown up enough to get my chunk out of bed in time to enjoy the early hours of many a peaceful Sunday mornings. And I can tell you: It’s been worth it every single time.

 

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A former hometown: Baar and its catholic church / Eine ehemalige Heimat: Baar und seine katholische Kirche

So on today’s Sunday I rose and shone (maybe not so brightly to begin with ;-)) early as we agreed to meet at my – other – aunt’s house to have breakfast. She invited us over and we happily agreed to show up on time at 8:30am. This aunt, Marie, came to visit me in Austin with my mom and her friend in May 2015. Then last year she went through a rough spot and it was our pleasure to accept her invitation, seeing how she was in a much better place by now.

 

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Zugertor and renown restaruant “Aklin” / Zugertor und das bekannte Restaurant “Aklin”

I thoroughly enjoyed today’s ride from Hausen am Albis, my place of residence high over the city of Zug down to the lake, along its shore to Arth and finally all the way around the lake and – yes – back up the hill again. At its altitude of 611 meters (2’005 ft) some might consider it a mountain J (in Switzerland a mountain only starts at the elevation of 1’000 meters = 3’281 ft).

 

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Random boy fishing, totally oblivious to the view / Junge am Fischen, der Aussicht gegenüber ziemlich gleichgültig


SONNTÄGLICHE VELO ROUTINE

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Not too shabby, my weekend home, right? / Nicht übel, mein Wochenend-Häuschen, oder?

Meine Ma und Tante haben vor langer Zeit eine Sonntag-morgendliche Fahrrad-Tour-Tradition eingeführt. Ich habe keine Ahnung, wann sie diese starteten, aber ich erinnere mich, dass ich irgendwann – als ich meine Teenager-Jahre und meine Zwanziger, das Alter bekannt dafür „ausschlafen zu müssen, weil ich Samstagnacht zu stark gefeiert hatte“ – erwachsen genug war, um meinen Hintern rechtzeitig aus dem Bett zu hieven und mit ihnen die frühen Morgenstunden so manch eines friedlichen Sonntagmorgens zu geniessen. Und ich kann euch sagen: Es hat sich jedes einzelne Mal gelohnt.

 

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One of countless chapels I passed by… it’s Sunday after all / Eine von vielen Kappellen, an denen ich vorbeigefahren bin… ist ja schliesslich Sonntag

So bin ich am heutigen Sonntag schon früh raus aus den Federn, da wir zu meiner – anderen – Tante zeitig zum Frühstück auftauchen sollten. Sie hatte uns eingeladen und wir stimmten gerne zu, pünktlich um 8:30 Uhr bei ihr auf der Matte zu stehen. Diese Tante, Maria, besuchte mich zusammen mit meiner Ma und ihrer Freundin im Mai 2015. Letztes Jahr dann machte sie eine sehr schwierige Zeit durch und so war es uns ein Vergnügen, ihre Einladung anzunehmen und zu sehen, dass es ihr heute schon viel besser geht.

 

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View from my aunt’s terrace / Aussicht von der Terrasse meiner Tante

Meine heute Radtour von Hausen am Albis, meinem Wohnort hoch über der Stadt Zug, runter an den See, entlang seines Ufers nach Arth und schliesslich ganz um den See herum und – genau – dann wieder den Hügel rauf. Mit seiner Höhenlage von 611 m.ü.M. würden manche schon sagen, ich lebe auf einem Berg J Die wissen aber wahrscheinlich nicht, dass bei uns in der Schweiz Berge erst ab einer Erhebung von 1‘000 m.ü.M. als solche gelten.

 

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Easter Sunday Observations

While out for a run along Town Lake I passed by many Easter Celebrations, some simply dressed up as bunnies, chickens and eggs taking pictures alongside the lake, others celebrated with the whole clan, Mexican style with Mexican music, plenty of outdoor games, BBQ, piñatas, kites and girls in smashing white dresses (one with pink cowboy boots :-)) getting chased by boys throwing waterballoons after them.

Auf meinem Lauf dem Stadtsee entlang, kam ich an etlichen Osterfeiern vorbei. Einige verkleideten sich einfach als Häschen, Hühner oder Eier und schossen Fotos am See entlang. Andere feierten mit der ganzen Sippschaft in mexikanischem Stil mit mexikanischet Musik, unzähligen Spielen, Grilladen, Piñatas, Drachen und Mädchen in umwerfenden weissen Kleidchen (eines mit pinken Cowboystiefeln :-)), die von Jungs mit Wasserballons gekagt wurden.

 The path was littered with brightly colored confetti from crushed piñatas. This in addition with the sun illuminating a splendid blue sky made for a perfect Easter Sunday!

Der Pfad war von leuchtend farbigen Konfetti aus den Piñatas übersät. Das zusammen mit einem von der Sonne erhellten, tiefblauen Hinmel bescherte uns ein perfektes Osterwochenende!

Hope y’all had a wonderful Easter weekend as well!

Ich hoffe ihr hattet alle ein wundervolles Osterwochenende!

 

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