From Dogs And Cows

I have difficulties to find a title for this post.

Sat we went to our old home. We went there early - Ingo had to get the Moped running, Thursday she´ll be at the TÜV.

I went to SIL for the time being.
Who was sick again, caughing a lot. So I played with my Niece.
I think she recognized me.

This is her in the pic above - with her new dog - isn´t that a crazy dog???? One eye crossed out the other a button, very cool, I think :-)

After a while playing she crawled over, looked me in the eye rather seriously.
Then took her little hand and grabbed my knee.
I thought she wants to stand up (which she is pretty good at - guess next time we meet she´s maybe walking all by herself).
No, she didn´t stand up.
She squeezed my knee a little and gave me a reassuring smile, like: "We´re friends now, huh?"

It was the cutest thing.
And there is more to come by the and of this post (let´s just replay that great day step by step).

Moped is running, here´s a little proof:



We went for a mini-tour, too - but it wasn´t warm enough, the wind was nasty.
So, we went to Ingo´s parent´s house.
They weren´t there, sadly.

Here´s a pic of their cool kitchen:

Yep, 70´s style, all original, I love it.

Fun detail:

To answer the door!

This is outside - pretty, I think:

Their new swing - amazing! If I had the place for it... I´d buy one, too.

We then went for a walk to "kill" time, it was beautiful - and so "rich" - here Ingo is trying (and succeeding) to get an apple with an old apple from the ground:

Hit an apple, get an apple, easy like that.
It wasn´t really ripe yet, though...

It was such a sunny, bright day - my little cam couldn´t take all the light!

The colors were just awesome:

It´s so peaceful "in the country":

We heard some bells, when walking here - and thought there were kids playing, maybe.
Nope, no kids:



Here´s a cow with white eye-lashes!

And this one´s got a heart for an eye:

Farming is rather weird these days - everybody is producing corn:

Well, it´s for animals and to produce power - not tasty at all.

These were yummy, though:

You could survive outside atm!
But a pizza is a better way, though - or the yummy food at my Mum´s Birthday - it was delicious!

No pics though, dunno my cam isn´t working properly with flash atm :-(

Mum herself... I have no idea. She´s very weak, can hardly breathe. She didn´t eat that much. She has but one chance and she gets it only if she manages to gain weight. Niece ate twice as much as her.

Two siblings of my Mum, friends and us family made some 12 people.

I was sitting at the other end of the table, so I guess Niece couldn´t see me.

She certainly entertained everybody, it was the funniest thing!

Bro said she´s happy and friendly to strangers. But, in this she´s like me: She doesn´t like to be touched by strangers.

Remember that knee-scene?
When we left, she was about to get changed, so the three of us, SIL with her in front and I, stood by the door.
I waved and she understands that means good-bye (I think she understands).

She gave me a smile, kicked her Mum so she could get out of her arms and hugged me!

I smiled the whole way back home.
What a cutie!

Today my Boss showed up in my office.
Oh, my.
He really wanted to be nice, but it was nearly too much for me. How I am and that he´d like to hug me if that helped. Told me about his MIL and made suggestions that really might help my Mum and Bro, I passed the info already.
All very well meant, but I had trouble to hold my breath, to not start crying.

He knows about Ingo, too - I told him some weeks ago via E-Mail why I didn´t attend the company-meeting unexcused (dinner included).
I could tell him that today Ingo is "celebrating" another birthday, what a relief, no? (Happy Birthday, btw...)

Life is weird.
With death and sickness being so close to fun and learning new stuff (Niece).

Addendum: I´m kinda proud of myself - maybe you agree that´s ok?
I squeezed my Polo between those two in first and only attempt:

I beat my Father´s genes once again, haha! ;-)
(What´s wrong with my cam, huh??? What a bad pic!)