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I guess not many have noticed my absence during the last weeks. I am not very active anyway. Shame on me.

But to make a long story short:

It was on July 17 that I was on the way to a bakery for some biscuits and cake when I suddenly stumbled and fell. Being in shock, I was lying in the middle of the sidewalk, no one else around, and I tried to sort out what had happened.

1. Glasses - check - everything okay
2. I need to stand up ... but I couldn't because my right arm hurt like hell.
3. What's that? A gap between my teeth? One of my incisors gone??? Help!
4. I NEED to get up and go home again to check this out. But there is blood on my bag and the pavement. Not good.
5. Finally, a car crossed the road... and passed without noticing me—only sometime later another two cars which thankfully stopped.
6. Two (young?) guys, one of them talked with me, while the other called the ambulance.
7. I was too confused to protest when they told me I had to go to the hospital for a check.
8. Emergency room. It became clear quickly that I had two minor lacerations (under my eye and at my upper lip). And a broken arm. Twice. With a dislocated elbow. The right one, of course.
9. Emergency operation, bones fixed with nails and plate.

I had to stay at the hospital for three days; since then, I have been at home. The first two weeks were difficult, but then it slowly started to get better. Still not okay, but at least I can be back at the PC for some time every day. I've already started making some icons and banners, and it works okay as long as I'm not overdoing it.

Yeah! I have missed it. And I hope to start writing again soon (not that I've written much lately ;), but it's a difference if you are not in the mood to write or if you can't write at all)

End of the story.

Finally here it is ;)

It was a great trip I did enjoy so much. Okay, the arrival was not so much fun. I did go by train, which I usually like, but it was the hottest day of the week and the train was much too overcrowded. And when I finally reached my terminal station there was no free cab far and wide to bring me to the holiday resort, so I had to wait for about half an hour in the burning sun.

But when I finally reached my hotel every stress fell off within a second or so. I was at Weissenhäuser Strand before with my children, and I always loved it to be there, but this was about 20 years ago, and I was not sure if it would be still the same. But it felt like coming home :)

So often I feel stressed out and tired but when I was there it felt as if nothing else did exist any more than the sea, the wind, the waves, the seagulls. Every day I went down to the sea to sit there at a bench on the sea bridge for an hour or so. I did take short walks along the boardwalk and had lunch at a small bistro right at the sea. The weather was perfect, not too hot. One day we even had pretty stormy weather and I did love this.

Every day in the afternoon I went back to my hotel, and after a short rest, I visited the hotel pool with a big wellness area. I did enjoy it very much, though I'm not a big sauna- and wellness friend. But the two pools and the whirlpool were great. And not overcrowded because most of the visitors prefer to go to the big waterpark of the resort.

Later I went to the 'village square' of the resort to have dinner (very yummy). When I got home around 8.00 o'clock my feet were hurting like hell but I felt sooo totally satisfied; I couldn't have been happier.

It was difficult to say goodbye after three great days, but I found a good solution to make it easier:

I've already booked my next trips to Weissenhäuser Strand. ;)

( some pictures, if you are interested )

I hope all of you have/had a nice, relaxing Sunday.

( Mine was... well... )

I am heartbroken.

Half an hour ago my Tiger passed away. Without any warning, okay, he was a bit restless last night, but I was sure that is is just the heatwave. Beside of that, he seemed to be okay.

We were both sitting on the couch together like we always did in the afternoon, he was sleeping, suddenly he miaoued loudly, and a moment later it was over.

I feel so paralyzed. He was the one who was always there for me, when my father died, when my mother died, when I sold the house and moved into my condo. He was a friend who always knew to comfort me when I was feeling bad. Now I feel so lost and alone (I guess this is the prize when you don't have much of a social life)

Hello, here I am again. Movies, FanFiction and some private stuff.

( Feel free to read or to skip ;) )

Here I am again :) Under that cut more about my fanish life during the last week.

( Feel free to read or to skip ;) )

reposted from babydracky

And yes, I need to do this because it makes my cry.



Sigh ...