Clock It Up

Time, timetimetime … it all takes so much time. Reading, writing, reading again, correcting. I went to the library today to have a look in some books I am not allowed to take home, used the free scanning thing (with an unfamiliar interface) and – bamm – three hours gone.
Went home & this and that, finally I used a “free” converter (pdf to jpg) and despite the fact that it was “certified”, or better recommended, by a trusted software site, and despite the fact that I read all the little boxes all by one to avoid unwanted installations, it brought me some super games connection and some “mark-it”-update thingy and other stuff I had to scrap out of the central database. Of course I uninstalled everything after that conversion and my registry is clean as fallen snow now, but again time was consumed.
Do I read slower ? Actually no. Do I need more time to process information – I think no. I do draw more connections while I read and prepare a text, simply because over some time I collected more information, I do not dare to say “knowledge”. In this special case it’s about the history of the city I live in for how-many-years-now-? And again it’s 02:00, two in the morning, and it should not be that late.
All I know is that I feel small now. The time fiddling is not the only reason, but it adds.
When one has to explain relativity to a pupil one can put a mouse on a mouse pad, and move the whole pad. “Did I move the mouse ?”
Yes.
Did the coursor move ?
No.
Move the mouse on the pad.
Did the coursor move ?
Of course.
So it only moves in the related system. And I do not like the idea to be a splot on a mouse pad that is moved within other people’s time frames. The example limps and hobbles as all examples do, but I hope it is understandable, and not too far off the mark. Maybe the dreaded Frühjahrsmüdigkeit takes its toll too.
This year is moving so fast – a quarter gone and I have no idea what happened. It only can be better than the last rotten twelve months, and I still wonder how I survived all this. I am still living in my appartement, and astoundingly even have the nerve to develop some plans – their realisation is another problem, we’ll face all and everything gradually, as usual.
The best thing so far is my new duvet. It’s very large and warm. And my new pillow is so bolstered that I need to fight it into form when going to bed – this one will stay for some time.
Enough of the whining, it’s 02:30 through ; tomorrow I need to do important things – yoh ! – like get up in the damndarkmorning (Thank You Savannah, a very good word !), finally write something, and meet a lady in the afternoon, who is in real trouble.
All this is just a blog post. Ah my bed …

Gone Walkies

Today’s walk around and over the hills was a bit more exhausting than usual to me – I think it’s the dreaded Frühjahrsmüdigkeit that got me.

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Der Weech
Der Weech

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Of course it starts blooming all around – see this for example :

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Die Blaue Blume !
Die Blaue Blume !

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Our humble village now sports a new pond – I think Weiher is the adequate word for it. Next year a local Gartenschau, horticultural show, will take place, three small villages will work together, and of course preparations are on their way. It means that a lot of  fruit-bearing trees are planted – what I full heartedly support ! – and that the whole Flur generally will be tidied up. It is a pretty large areal after all, and visitors will have to walk a lot. I think it is a good thing – especially because as a nice side effect some earlier plans to build a new industrial area now are definitely cancelled. Here is a look at the pond :

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Der See, der See !
Der See, der See !

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Interestingly the frogs simply are there – as if they grew from the soil.
Spot the frog !

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Spot the frog 1

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Another one.

*Spot the frog 2

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These were mighty unimpressed by me staring at them.

*Frogs

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Thank you for your patience.