Life... Time... The Same

Cleaning out really is a good thing.
I threw my plateau-clogs away - even without taking a pic. They broke - no wonder after over 10 years.
(Please note the leaf that got stuck on the window - autumn, huh?!)

And I found out the frog-clock I bought in Cologne some years ago works fine after all! And so, from the corner behind the door it made it´s way to the window-shelf.
Yes, it´s like in the movie Hook in here - tick-tock. 13 ticking clocks in the living room alone (and two digital ones). Time...

I also found places for the hearts, the windows:

Time...

Ingo put up several sayings about how worthy time is.
Yet another argument yesterday and he has closed his door. Again.

Time is not important considering me to him.
Yes. He still got tooth ache, his back hurts and yes, he got problems at work - the latter goes for me as well, even though the customer is trying to find a solution for me being away six weeks next year - which means he counts with me.
But actually... who knows what´ll come and even if I can stay... TL will go away and I´ll be stuck with # alone. Not such a great prospect, either.
Being there for each other? Nah. It´s sad.

So I keep cleaning out and whilst doing so find the greatest DVDs I already had forgotten I have them.
So movie weekend it is. Sad, but I´ll be fine. Me-time, so to say. I don´t even want to go out, I don´t even want to see anyone. And I give up trying to understand, also.

" Life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards."

Do I want understand backwards? Yes in general but not today, I always try and find excuses for others - I have to stop that.
I have to live forwards, though and if it´s only by watching movies, something Ingo does not do anymore, why ever.
I need to regain power for life, right?