With this I join Elizabeth´s T (my stomach cannot take coffee anymore).
The journal:
Monday: 18C / 64F max, cloudy. Summer ...? No news otherwise.
Tuesday: 17C, is Autumn here? Peu à peu I get some sorting done.
My half-cousin, same name as Hubby, drives me NUTS. Sent me ca. 40 paper-pages per post-mail - I asked him I want .pdf via e-mail !
I have to send PAPER to the company who does my taxes.
Ingo: "Germany is not happy without paper. Or fax-machines..."
Wednesday: Sad news. Friend´s Dad has passed away.
I must check our bell sign. EVERYONE rings here! Now Telekom, fiber optic cable-test, how he can get into the cellar. I was... barefoot and just gave him my key. Said, "well, it´s summer, right?", him, smiling, " a bit". 17C - 62F, but I don´t give up (yet).
The guys to our left, the wife is home ALWAYS, why me? Oh, of course, choose the "Emperor"! 🫅 I reign the house...
Thursday: fK called. fE and mK really want me back THIS YEAR at ESE, she clarified yesterday.
The project: A fancy train in Norway. Hopefully. Very individual that´s why it takes so long. mH will be co-teamlead, which is very good! He´s a do-er.
And with being blue all over on foot and leg and that darn back I need this break anyways.
fK was without a job for four years so I am no shame. And Germany is not doing well (well, who is?!)
Learned a lot about why we don´t get along in my family. And that it´s not my fault... Good to have friends with experience and brains.
Friday: fK called. We snore. There may be help: MSM - Methylsulfonnylmethan - I´ll go for it!
To have true friends you can even say that to!
Big Niece turned 16 and we had a nice chat! Boy. She´s an adult. Just seconds ago she slept in my lap, 5 days old, fell asleep in her bed when she traveled to Australia at age 3 and laughed her head off when I couldn´t help with math in 2nd grade.
And she sounds like her Mom. Scary.
I mean, look. Her and I:
Weekend: Saturday: City? No. Leg, back hurt and Ingo said it´s too cold.
Was all dressed up, corset and sunscreen all on and... no.
Wine in the... living room.
Sunday: At Die Maus they say, "August, the hottest month of the year" ... yah, just where? 15C / 59F is not really "hot" - Ingo got himself a new gas-oven that is running and I sit in a pullover.
Munchy:
YUM.Henry 🦁
Have a happy T-Day!