I’ve missed quite a bit here. Time to catch up...
Oh dear, Anja, I really hope you’re feeling better again and that your breathing trainer is doing you some good. Luckily, it hasn’t been that bad for me yet. Listening to music helps me, or simply looking up at the sky and watching the clouds. You can spot wonderful “shapes” there, or just daydream.
A funny book also gives me joie de vivre, for example “Only the Pudding Hears My Sighs” by Erma Bombeck. I’ve read it many times.
You’ve all made such wonderful things! I’m always amazed by the dishcloths, cowls, little figures, and so on… I especially admire your DF items. I imagine that must be incredibly difficult.
Birds with headaches… I know that too. The little chirpers come zooming around the corner of the house, across the patio—oh dear, there’s a person there—and off they go outside… but with a “detour” into the PVC panes. Even all the bird stickers I made don’t help there.
I wonder how the tits always managed to fly into the mailbox slot when they nested in it two years in a row. During one brood, the last little tit didn’t manage to get out right away
. There was a terrible thud in the box. When we checked, we found a little ball of feathers that clearly had a headache. But the next day it flew out too.
Monika, all I can say is: “Yarn package to me.” I would have taken it too.
We have “birthday babies” in our family too. My sister-in-law had her first son on her birthday. She gave my brother a daughter on his birthday, and her second son shares a birthday with his uncle
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I didn’t manage that. My birthday is on January 3, my son’s on the 4th, my daughter’s on the 11th, and her daughter’s on the 9th.
One of my sisters shares a birthday with our grandpa. That always caused trouble because she sometimes wanted to celebrate on her own birthday, and not always together with Grandpa.
Sonja, how was your open-air event? Was it bearable with mulled wine?
When my husband was around, I couldn’t get to the computer much. He always thinks of something “important” that we wanted to do… even if it’s just a round of Kniffel. He saw a photo of the cheese wreath. He didn’t know it was my photo. “What’s that? I can’t make out anything there.” I explained what could be seen. “Well, if you say so.” My Christmas excitement is gone now. Maybe I’ll just keep the cheese wreath myself.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t brought enough stuffing material with me. So I could only start quite a few things. I finished one “Waschi” and a Christmas pickle. I’ll hide that in the Christmas tree for him.
Why can’t men actually listen properly? Call from him on Monday at noon: “Aunt Dorothea called on Friday and invited us to her birthday. We’re supposed to come for lunch. We’ll put money in the card, and you can tie a few knots.”
I was in a spin; from Monday noon to Wednesday evening isn’t much time. I think putting money in a card is silly. So I emailed a photo of a money cake. His comment: “That’s no good for old people.”
Question for you: is a money cake age-related?
“Tying a few knots” isn’t done that quickly either. So I put everything else aside and got to work. Of course, there were no tea lights left in the house (the battery-powered ones). Off to the town center to stock up.
I hope the aunt likes my “tied knots.”
And yesterday evening I finally crocheted my Christmas door wreath for the apartment door. The rest of the Advent decorations are still missing. They’re not going anywhere.
Wishing you lots of fun with your current projects, and above all, stay healthy.
Best, Marlies