Wait
Wait - the everyday life of a weekend relationship. Waiting for the next SMS, the next phone call the next meeting. But then nothing is, of course, every time a new gratitude for the that the other is still there, after days of descent in two separate worlds being together again. Curiosity about this other world, life, and attempting to understand others and to make themselves understood - or the attempt to make himself understood? We-feeling as enlightenment or just a new boundary with the rest of the world, opening up to others, or drawing in and collecting the other into his own upper story?
Just reading again (this matter) 'Strudlhofstiege "and come after five hundred pages of preliminaries to the interesting passages of which I never know if my school bag is too low or whether the less-but only Veal Affairs (the relative) are.
Did I mention that I (the relative) language in the "Strudlhofstiege" simply awesome find!
On Friday I was on the 50th Birthday of A. 's mother and have seen the whole family. A. had a Polaroid photo with you, made by all present photos and pasted into an album, then people had to what to write on her photo. Front were a couple of childhood photos of their mother commented that she had found her grandmother - the whole was certainly good entertainment and at the end of a beautiful remembrance gift.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Free Blueprints For Octogon Picnic Tables
dietzel @ 2006-10-17T15: 06:00
on Saturday in the yard of my grandmother, I could let off steam a bit myself: dead branches from the cherry trees cut a dead lilac vice chops, trimmed a clematis and wisteria properly. The cutting is so fast and Wegsägen, but you have all that stuff then divide so handy for compost corner to bring together, sweep ... in any case a very hard-working day.
Saturday night then to A., that is a very lazy Sunday.
The weather could remain so now that it lifts the spirits considerably.
still work for an hour, then I'm going to have any unhealthy piece of pure draw from the baker, and drink a cup of tea to do so. And turn on a CD from the library - I have borrowed Thelonious Monk (solo!), Daft Punk, Berg: Wozzeck, Sinatra (disappointing, much schmaltzy as I thought) and Brahms: Cello Concertos.
on Saturday in the yard of my grandmother, I could let off steam a bit myself: dead branches from the cherry trees cut a dead lilac vice chops, trimmed a clematis and wisteria properly. The cutting is so fast and Wegsägen, but you have all that stuff then divide so handy for compost corner to bring together, sweep ... in any case a very hard-working day.
Saturday night then to A., that is a very lazy Sunday.
The weather could remain so now that it lifts the spirits considerably.
still work for an hour, then I'm going to have any unhealthy piece of pure draw from the baker, and drink a cup of tea to do so. And turn on a CD from the library - I have borrowed Thelonious Monk (solo!), Daft Punk, Berg: Wozzeck, Sinatra (disappointing, much schmaltzy as I thought) and Brahms: Cello Concertos.
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