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Well. Someone seems not to have done their homework. It's still winter, you know? Yet, our neighbour felt compelled to free the pond from its ice covering this morning. Maybe he felt it clashed with the blossoms and the sunshine. However, by about noon, it would have melted all by itself. I left the house and felt as though encountering a hair-dryer. Not used to that.
And now the pond is way too shallow. If our cat tries to reach the water, he's going to fall in, I see it coming. And he already had me nervous enough today, when he'd disappeared and I didn't know where to - I hadn't let him out, but he might have gotten out when our landlady came over, but then he might have gone onto the street which leads directly to the main street, so I was really anxious. Because I didn't want to panic right away, I searched the flat first. I found him, after half an hour. Since the day we brought the couch here, Clint loves it. To protect it a bit from his claws, we covered it with a sheet - and underneath that sheet he lay, curled up and sleeping. *grumble*
At least he has stopped tearing it apart. Strange cat. Whenever I heard him sharpening his claws on the poor couch, I ran over. He'd jump upon the couch at once and prostrate himself on the cushions, as if to say "I'm doing nothing! Really! Look! I'm just lying here!" (And I would have answered, "Exactly so, you're lying." and yet again brought money into the "bad pun collection").
We still don't have tv, though Jörg spent most of Sunday afternoon on the roof trying to install the satellite dish (and I hung under the roof one-handedly, trying to hand him the cable from below with the other hand. I can tell you, I felt deeply sorry for Maedhros...). That is, we have. One channel. Because somehow he turned it to the wrong satellite. Things were so much easier when the only satellites the Earth had were the moon and Eärendil.
However, the missing tv shouldn't actually disturb me, because, after all, I have a lot of Japanese to learn. Somehow, the kanji lists aren't getting less, although the kanji flash cards are getting more. Some other aspect of relativity, I suppose. And the weather practicing for next week's beginning of spring reminds me rather unpleasantly of the dreadful fact that I haven't even one month left until the repetitive exams, and two weeks out of that I'll spend in South Africa. I foresee difficult times, indeed I do. I still hope that my luck returns to work properly, but I suppose I shouldn't be too sure about that. *sigh*
It's almost scary how much you get to depend on someone in quite a short time, really. I mean, I'm with Jörg since December, and now he's gone to Heilbronn and we see each other on weekends only (at least we do - even that wasn't in the original plans), I'm feeling damn lonely. Which, in turn, makes me even more shy and vulnerable-feeling than I am, anyway, and more thin-skinned on the weekends. And my being shy is really ridiculous. I mean, offices and banks and the like are there to serve their customers, and there really is no reason to be afraid when you go there as a customer, right? Right. Only something inside me doesn't get it. And it does take the forms of some sort of acute phobia. It also combines wonderfully with my tendency to procrastinate. Which boils down to more or less an inability to take responsibility. (And I hear Delirium in whisper, "What does it mean for you, responsibility? Inside your head?") I'm working on it, at least sometimes; but I wasn't succesful so far. It doesn't even help that, so far, no one at any office or bank or whatever has been unfriendly, or given me any reason to be afraid. I don't know where that fear comes from. Just some stupid childish dislike for leaving my snail-house. *snorts*
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( Vom Eise befreit ist unser Gartenteich... )
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And now the pond is way too shallow. If our cat tries to reach the water, he's going to fall in, I see it coming. And he already had me nervous enough today, when he'd disappeared and I didn't know where to - I hadn't let him out, but he might have gotten out when our landlady came over, but then he might have gone onto the street which leads directly to the main street, so I was really anxious. Because I didn't want to panic right away, I searched the flat first. I found him, after half an hour. Since the day we brought the couch here, Clint loves it. To protect it a bit from his claws, we covered it with a sheet - and underneath that sheet he lay, curled up and sleeping. *grumble*
At least he has stopped tearing it apart. Strange cat. Whenever I heard him sharpening his claws on the poor couch, I ran over. He'd jump upon the couch at once and prostrate himself on the cushions, as if to say "I'm doing nothing! Really! Look! I'm just lying here!" (And I would have answered, "Exactly so, you're lying." and yet again brought money into the "bad pun collection").
We still don't have tv, though Jörg spent most of Sunday afternoon on the roof trying to install the satellite dish (and I hung under the roof one-handedly, trying to hand him the cable from below with the other hand. I can tell you, I felt deeply sorry for Maedhros...). That is, we have. One channel. Because somehow he turned it to the wrong satellite. Things were so much easier when the only satellites the Earth had were the moon and Eärendil.
However, the missing tv shouldn't actually disturb me, because, after all, I have a lot of Japanese to learn. Somehow, the kanji lists aren't getting less, although the kanji flash cards are getting more. Some other aspect of relativity, I suppose. And the weather practicing for next week's beginning of spring reminds me rather unpleasantly of the dreadful fact that I haven't even one month left until the repetitive exams, and two weeks out of that I'll spend in South Africa. I foresee difficult times, indeed I do. I still hope that my luck returns to work properly, but I suppose I shouldn't be too sure about that. *sigh*
It's almost scary how much you get to depend on someone in quite a short time, really. I mean, I'm with Jörg since December, and now he's gone to Heilbronn and we see each other on weekends only (at least we do - even that wasn't in the original plans), I'm feeling damn lonely. Which, in turn, makes me even more shy and vulnerable-feeling than I am, anyway, and more thin-skinned on the weekends. And my being shy is really ridiculous. I mean, offices and banks and the like are there to serve their customers, and there really is no reason to be afraid when you go there as a customer, right? Right. Only something inside me doesn't get it. And it does take the forms of some sort of acute phobia. It also combines wonderfully with my tendency to procrastinate. Which boils down to more or less an inability to take responsibility. (And I hear Delirium in whisper, "What does it mean for you, responsibility? Inside your head?") I'm working on it, at least sometimes; but I wasn't succesful so far. It doesn't even help that, so far, no one at any office or bank or whatever has been unfriendly, or given me any reason to be afraid. I don't know where that fear comes from. Just some stupid childish dislike for leaving my snail-house. *snorts*
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( Vom Eise befreit ist unser Gartenteich... )
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