Man spürt das Herannahen des Frühlings. You can sense the coming of Spring. El inicio de la Primavera.
[and this is how it looks... my little private Spring]
[portraits of the little flowers i planted last year blooming right in time for Spring, and my tired leg still with shoe after a long day at work and a light dinner, now gone... ]
and as for the in-3-different-languages vocables for this season, i stick to the one in Español
i think is the most-adequate sounding one for what this season represents
surely, and at least to my mexican ears Primavera, sound much accurate than Frühling or Spring
yet a matter of taste, of course i hope if you read here you submit your vote...
Kiyo hat heute Geburtstag today's is Kiyo's birthday Hoy es el cumpleaños de Kiyo
I found this old post from March 20 2007 it was March 19 when I got my fishy-friend Kiyo! so today is his 'official' 1st birthday!
if you see this old photo of him you can see he was smaller and of a lighter peach color and even a little 'transparent' he has grown at least 1/2 inch and his color has turned deep dark also his fins are longer
here as he looks lately
in just 1 year we have been through a lot together we survived his Popeye and fin rot infection
his has a newer and improved home these days he started with a 1 gallon tank with a natural plant and used to eat just pellets but now he lives in a 2 gallon tank with a heather, an artificial plant to keep away infections and his diet is way richer! he still eats pellets but also flakes brine shrimp and blood worms he really like the blood worms
and i am happy to have this lovely red friend for a whole year now! Betta fishes life span varies from 2 up to 5 years! being a regular span life 3 years
so i hope my friend Kiyo stays with me for a while still he's been a neat little companion... and!
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, herr Kiyo! Happy Birthday, mister Kiyo! ¡Feliz Cumpleaños, señor Kiyo!
March 17 was St. Patrick's Day half of the people at my office wore something green and we eat shamrock cookies this year i missed the soda bread and a cold Guinness beer but all the bars around my house, that happen to be Irish were full!
and it is also Nat "King" Cole birthday
on Sunday i saw The Blue Gardenia a thriller from 1953 with Anne Baxter and... one of the first appearances in the big screen of Nat King Cole singing the theme song
Jackson is my friend from die Deutschstunde! he told us last class about this event where he's the main organist and the 3 Bach pieces on an open-air venue at 2pm sound rather delightful!
last night found a red wine, that promises no headaches Red Well 2006, a Californian table red wine from Heartswork Winery since reads sulfites-free i don't believe any red wine can be sulfite free a 100% but at least less sulfatoide i guess it is i had a glass last night, and clear headed today the flavor is cheerful and very light bodied so it's easy to drink a little too much of it
oh strange days around here some things are really slow but time seems to be flowing so fast i feel like staring at the world from the sidewalk sometimes without jumping into the rushing traffic hour myself things on-hold, yet feelings and movement are not
'cause even if you are a 'darketo' a punk-electronic-rocketo, a country man, a jazzy fellow or a classic old chap...
we have to admit that he was the King! and i am not an Elvis fan but this song, ah! and... his ala king-of-rock life, death and legacy just cannot be denied
as i can't deny when i listen to it i silly-smile with gray sweater and messy bathroom
i am mostly a silly woman i smile a lot and i am simple-natured nothing sophisticated to see here... i am almost 40 years old and i am still lost on my own little world the same one that i had in my head when i was 12 years
i still get excited with Sherlock Holmes stories even if Saramago stole my innocence once
and yes, i have traveled, i have loved, i have lost, and i have won and those precious trophies are mostly smiles and hugs (the only important things to really care about, as i think...) i always arrive late and i am rather informal but apart from being always late i do not usually tell lies
yet, the core in my spirit is the same and for that simpleness of mind i guess i am thankful as a Steppenwolf song (The Pusher) said:
"You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill"
and as everybody i have my bad and my good days i am temperamental and simple-minded at the same time i trust to death but then i grow suspicious of even a fly too close to my head
but then i have my fixes those precious cures that we all look for sometimes is a cold beer in the middle of the night while playing an old record
sometimes is the phone call to a loved one
and all these marvels i find and i find them around the corner too! on the smile of an unknown child or the salute of a warm face crossing the side walk with me at the same time or on more expected places as in art, literature, all that cult stuff but then pop-art, i do can cry to pop-ness as well as to profoundness, and sometimes these old songs...
and as suggested per moloko vellocet ah! a led zeppelin therapy and with tomorrow another cup of hot café the cure is reaching soon the head
and things seem to be setting into place
thank God for comments, friends, telephones, working-breaks, communications, food, smells, distant and close voices, música and yes! for mental break-downs... también!!
tired like my old shoes sleepy like my over-used pantuflas
now that the physical pain is gone seems that a strange indifference has taken over me and lately sophomoric dreams are one-sided and lonely
if you were to knock at my door one splendid night! oh lovely surprise it would be to mix my little home and your smiles
but, no surprises no furtive messages another long night alone again, boring...
yet i still wait for a coming morning even if nothing even if empty even if lonely
because in the mornings at least there's the aroma of coffee
i have survived 38 years with and without little disappointments not even sun rays are always there but one can make her own coffee that scares away this my self aromas of loneliness
meine Eieruhr (oder Sanduhr) - meine Küche my egg-timer (sand clock) - my kitchen reloj de arena - mi cocina
and an hour less or an hour more we cannot stop the pass of time here my little 3 minute sand-clock i use it for brewing teas and running eggs and every time it dances up-side down i know i have 3 minutes less or have gained 3 more...
but not all is lost, some is gained!
and since i have been eating very well i have gained some pounds!!
this morning's "light" breakfast mein "kleines" Frühstück mmm, latkes... those potato pancakes, eggs and wheat pancake plus sauces, not so light, i think... oh the coffee was great though Peet's Garuda Blend
last night's 3rd dinner a delicious Double Chocolate Stout an indulgent Bier beer cerveza
at the end all balances itself out what??!! noooo...
in 30 days i took 70 antibiotics pills separated in 2 sets of 1 week and then 10 days
and as mister Daniel Defoe's text points "this thing has very much affected me" but today i start to feel more like myself [wonder if that's a good thing, maybe i was better awfully quiet as i was... hmm, a thought for tonite]
and not sure why but when i am sick or in an introspective mood i always go back to read quirky old ghost stories and short tales of a remote past like this one The Apparition of Mrs. Veal short classic ghost story from a long time ago some old English words drove me to the dictionary for a double check
but a treat for those my dizzy days! good to be coming back to 'normal' and tonight i might even play more with pictures and sounds have a good weekend wherever you are
