Nothing unusual

The radio just made me realize, it was not my for once extraordinary vigorous intercoursing neighbour that woke me up in my shooking bed at 6.20, but an earthquake.

Let there be light

The latest news from overseas reports Easter-like weather.
In my latitudes there is not even light enough for a Good Friday and even though I am luckily free for seasonal affective symptoms I did register that if I was only relying on solar energy a total colapse would have happened long ago.
Fortunately my fuel repertoire is wide-ranging and to be sure not to run dry in the darkness of chapter 9´s Autism and pervasive developmental disorders I have had a daily intake besides regular meals of
5 clementines
1 orange
2 apples
1 banana
3 carrots
2 handful of sultanas
1 cappucino
1 americano ( TCC´s Kenya-in spe)
50 g dark chocholate
Please, let there be light.
Otherwise I will gain weight despite of my fabulous metabolism, bike distance and gym.
Please stop this heavy overconsumption of food and So-Bronze Poudre soleil – I want my freckles back!
Please, just a tiny sunbeam?

It´s alive

yes - eating, sleeping and exercising = alive.









P.S: Half of the paper is written

Tiger touchdown

It´s enough. It´s 19.35 Friday night and I am officially exhausted. In this moment I feel all the previous examination periods during my university studies since 2001 at Theology and now Psychology, and it feels like I can´t write just one more of these fucking papers.
My concentration is lost. Or spent. My sharp pen and mind is lost.
My enthusiasm about this fabulous study of our mind is still blooming (appearent in the previous post from this morning), but the remaining parts needed for this study is withered..and for to night my sight is narrowed and I can´t cope with the horizont of two and a half more years with this declining brain and DAMP-like abillity to concentrate.

From my week on the clinic

For a week I am a Clinical Psychologist supposed to figure out how to asses and treat this Iranian refugee woman, who has no interest in her child and feel nothing but numbness and often sees suicide as the best solution. I am told to figure a better alternative, while I am also concerned about Johnny - a child with heavy conduct problems, having a criminal father and a stay at a foster care home in his short history..
There is enough to do here in my lair, which for this week of examination has turned into a clinic, where there is fresh warm buns and a new delivery of my favourite Gatundu coffee (thanks to Tim!).
I could get used to this job - but if that is to happen, I better get startet, so my clients neither take their lifes or smashes up a school as I am bussy blogging or baking.

Falling in love

Arriving after 4 hours by train the best is to be turned completely over when arriving at the station because of two kids and their wild welcome. I litterally fell in love as the kids tumbled into my open but not fully prepared arms. I fell to the wet ground with the two on top in a mess of bags, kisses and laughter. We got the attention from all the train passengers and I gave a damn if it was because of the overwhelming joy or the fact that their attention caught what my nephew suddenly realized too: ”Ooops auntie - your dress is short....”
What ever - love covers most and is never-ending when it comes to aunites favourites.

Rumours disproved

Contrary to expectations it was the elderly members, who made up a row at Friday night´s christmas psycho-party. As the youngsters one by one faded out here and there proportional to the snaps intake, the ageing dancing queens disproved all rumours of senile decay..

Blessed be the blinkers

Love is shit - one of the wise men in my life said today.
Deep shit - my never failing hard-nosed realism added.
Whatever.
We know.
And keep on living as we don´t.

The new black

Everybody should taste the new Ethiopian Idido coffee at The Coffee Collective!
Reminds me of mum´s strawberry juice and is the first serious competitor to my favourite coffee the Kenyan Gatundu from Tim Wendelbo, Oslo. It´s amazing as americano.
It might be the new black.
Mmmmm...

Puzzling phenomena

Today was the day to get back on track.
Not that I´ve been on a side track - Anything but – I ´ve found my place in the world,
but for now there´s a bit crowded.
So I decided it was time for a biscuit, to shelve the Kleenex and wear high heels. When I realized the rings under my eyes were mirrored even in a dirty buss window my decision was confirmed!
So I had a lift across the country with a driver of the favourite kind, who leaves me the keys and leans back as I am testing out the driving properties, which was absolutely ok.
The only minus was my consciousness of the cost of a mixture of forgotten licence, speed and police...
As I later left the speeder and the lift
my grandmum was waiting at the door in the darkness of Jutland
It is funny how I kind of always visit her when I want to get back on track.
Maybe it is due to the very simple fact, that bringing joy is a reciprocal act.
Even though I changed from high heels to rubber boots for the visit, I didn´t miss some rare comments. It´s amazing what comments elderly – 91 year old - ladies can get away with. As I served her my special salad of warm-smoked salmon, almonds, apples, vincotto and spelt grains, she said uhmm.......And then I heard nothing less but
..the grains – you can feed the birds with them!
Yes please!
God she is amazing.
On my way home I was warmed by her knitted socks and her harsh wrapped but not less warm heart, hoping for her to stay alive long enough to celebrate me
becoming a graudate in Psychology - which she also dont misses the chance to tell me
will never happen, since she consider me a perpetual student!


Aint it amazing and a puzzle, how love can endow one with an unbelievable large quota?
Yes it is.
And that´s the hope keeping me more on track than high heels and 211 horsepower do.

Coping III

Finally I´ve got my delivery of the 20 kilograms of Guyave Chocolate which is gonna get me through this winther.

Saved by James B

The good thing to say about Quantum of Solace, Bond and the babes is that even though it is actionpacked too, it never during the 146 minutes reminded me of real life.

Public shit

The most fashionable street
now with public lavatory