Loooong Ago

 

Today I join  Rain´s Thursday Art and Dinner Date with "November Rain".

 

I was 14, In Louviers and in love. And I watched "Purple Rain" in French just to have an excuse to cuddle up to 18-year-old T - it was a horribly lame, weird movie, btw! But the cuddles were sooo good.

T sadly days later moved to Rouen - we even helped - and likely now he is a doctor, that was his plan, to study for that.

Back in the day there was no internet so I lost contact - I was but two weeks in that family as a student. 

 

The dinner was lunch AND dinner and very yummy:

 

 

I am glad and thankful I can afford this, believe me!

Others... many... have to look twice what they can buy. I was in a hurry as I am on a "webinar" for two days - payed by the agency for work and on top I get money for all the years I worked.

The place we live in is small but ours.

So, I can afford to say, yes, this looks yummy and I buy it - I worked for it in advance and I work hard now, too!

Even if I´m but a trainee others see me as "colleague".

 

Life is like a purple rain - weird!

 

The new internet series:

 

"Our everyday objects and their unusual origin stories

 

 

 Stainless steel

 

We all have tons of stainless steel in our kitchens, but not many people know that it was only developed during the First World War! Harry Brearly was trying to improve gun barrels by combining iron and chromium. He quickly realized that adding chromium made the metal rust-resistant, and so it was soon found in homes everywhere."

 

Now that is interesting, huh? And I didn´t even cook for this meme...

 

Henry 🦁 

 

 Yes, fruity-dude, you!

 

  

Isn´t This Cheesy?

 

I did buy this cheese.

I like the taste. 

"Mild and strong".

 

What do you think of this design? 

 

Is cheese for anybody?

 

Many Asian people - not presented here on the cheese - gag at the thought of "milk gotten bad" and will not eat cheese. 

 

I often say we all are but people but doesn´t this go a bit far?

 

I asked myself, "whom did the designer forget?" 

 

I´d like your thoughts on my adding to Tom´s Signs2 meme here.

 

Maybe you like mine?

 

I do not use the word "skin-color":

• Man is bold, has a grey beard, wears glasses, wears a polka-dotted shirt.
• Boy was nice, went shopping, got tomatoes and cheese, no glasses, as the others.
• Woman wears a heart on her shirt and carries a bigger/taller girl, no baby or toddler.
• Girl touches the woman´s breast and is carried from or to school? Why?

Do we have to be so darn political correct in just about everything? 

And is this correct? 

The man is smaller than the woman - sitting in a wheelchair? 

I´d really like to ask that designer.

Where or whom is the man looking at so lovingly? Room for interpretation! 

 

Write at MILRAM ... 

 

 

They ask. "Do you have questions, suggestions or criticism? Contact us!" 

No. I would not expect an answer.

 

Would you buy this cheese, am I overreacting? I mean, I bought it, then, kinda, regretted it. 

 

I found no hint on the why just the style... 

 

Aw, well. Maybe I´m just getting old and disappointed! Like the two old men at the end of The Muppet Show I grew up with!

 

 

I never got their political jokes as a kid, I was around 4-6 years old and as far as I remember they were fitted to the German situation (it all was translated). 

 

The new internet series:

 

"Our everyday objects and their unusual origin stories

 

 

 High Heels

 

In the 15th century, heels were the footwear of choice for Persian soldiers, as the sole helped them maintain their footing in the stirrups. The Persians brought heels to Europe, where men supposedly began wearing them because they made them appear tall and intimidating."

 

Once I tried this, my Mom´s shoes, I was 14 and went to sneakers.  

We call those shown "penny heel" - I sure wore the fat 70´s style ones later! 

 

Henry 🦁 

 

 

 

T This Week

 

Bitter in a sweet way and with it the train gang and I join Elizabeth´s T.

The journal:

 

 

Monday: Frustrating. But fK sure keeps me up!

Unlike the ads. Why the the heck show me babies with dirty diapers?

If I had a baby I´d HAVE to buy diapers. Why need a never ending ad for that? 

The ads for men and women who need this in older age are far less on TV - how about your place?

Think the latter is more important. 

 

 

Tuesday: fK and mCA  by my side - none HAS to do it, both do.

Yet, fK says "WHAT?!" Seems I have THE chaos-team? She advised I talk to my teamlead. But I kinda don´t wanna chicken out! 

See. I´m a trainee. I´m an engineer. I am 53 years old!!! 

 

 

Wednesday: We live in a "dream world" - we all dream of working together, but, ohhh... meeting with mCA and mAA and wee.... To mCA it is all "Wurscht!" - he was born in Hungary, came to Germany and went back later, so he speaks both languages. ""Wurscht"! And that came with frustration - try not to laugh!!! Boy, I tend to share his opinion!

Said "I´m but a trainee - are you even allowed to help me?" - "You are our colleague!" (male form he used, and yes, that is a compliment!).

 

It´ll take YEARS to get it right, he said - yes. I am doing maintenance. The tram is build right now, I live in the future! 

 

 

Thursday: fK keeps calling me "meine Liebe". I "accept" that as it is honest and from the heart. And I know whom she really loves - they have twins together!

I kinda live in both worlds, men and women and yes, I happily am a woman. 

 

 

Friday: "Do that, man", I was addressed by a Czech, male colleague, - I loved that - after all I worked with men only for 16+ years and kinda was handled as one.

Now I have a friend who takes care I am aware I am  female. 

I am!!! Men have much more responsibility and what the heck!!! 

We are but PEOPLE! 

 

 

Weekend: Saturday: Sooo tired. My arm... I train it. It will NOT get me down. Will not. Not again.

Treated myself with a croissant and went to the "human checkout" - Bea. We had a nice, short chat - 7 minutes for her to go! And then run - other I´d invited her to a cuppa... 

 

Sunday: Löwenzahn (a kid´s program from my youth): What if energy dies? Think!!!

Now I know how watt and volt work! Why didn´t I learn this at school??? 

 

 

And what else. Trams at Die Maus. 

 

 

Where do they get "loo-time"?

And it is "Fahrer"!!!! Not "Führer"! I learn so much I do not at Alstom - they think I KNOW all that - how? 

If you have to go... you have to go! And you have at least 12 peeps who can hop in when you´re like really sick! In Cologne... No idea about Braunschweig. And then Bro´s job was explained, the optometrist!

 

 

 

And a very great, new fairy-tale! Would I´ve loved to watch it with Ingo, "Krakonos Geheimnis".

The secret was... love, of course. 

 

Munchy:

 

The new internet series:

 

"Our everyday objects and their unusual origin stories

 

  

Treadmills

 

If this exercise machine feels like torture to you, you're not far off the mark. In Victorian times, the "treadmill" was used as an energy-producing form of penal labor."

 

I have a walking pad I´ll use as soon as my arm lets me again.  And I watch DVDs meanwhile - no torture.

 

Henry 🦁 

 

 

 Fight through.

 

Against Windmills

Again at the old Market Hall.

Frankly and obviously I do not really know the comic. Too young, too old, who knows, not my time. 

Do correct me, if you can!

The artist´s name might be Ben and it was from 2011.

 

I dreamed the other night my diploma was in the making - they really re-build the Market Hall and I was running mad as I ordered back in the day to keep these walls and they didn´t want to! Also my "mean" professor claimed my work!!!!

I was forced to tell him off.

Haha, again - I did in real life once! Big. 

 

 

I had three pylons from the outside to steady the roof so only two supportive elements had to be inside as the plan was three market-days a week, so people really manoever around in there.

 

The old wall I marked red - ready to get muraled all over! 

 

I fail to find the technical drawings and my darn arm prevents me from crawling under the Hollywood-Swing where they should be, too. Ack! 

But reckon you aren´t much interested anyways. 

I drew on a Kuhlmann A0-drawing machine! 

 

 

Pic from the internet. I had white wallpaper and mine was "broken", hence cheap.

My poor lille Brother with a friend brought it to my student´s room back then...

 

This was more than enough, we join Sami´s murals, Henry 🦁  and I...

 

 

Then...

 

Wish....

None of us does anything. 

I made sure we have the cabin in Madeley/Perth.

 

But which hotel in Frankfurt???

It had closed, re-opened under another name, HECK. Does it exist still?

How book?

Flixbus hence, where to exactly.

 

Long weekend. Did he do any .. cable-dance still.

 

Wish we could be like back then, in the pic above. 

We lived with Ingo´s Grandma, this was on the balcony.

Carefree, happy, in love.

 

Now... 

 

Sorrows.

 

Worries. 

 

And my f... arm. 

I do NOT want to sit with sick people in a small doctor´s waiting room for over an hour+ just to wait to get a virus, whichever.

 

I never felt so lonely and helpless and my presentation-day creeps in. 

I am 53 years old and a trainee!!!

How frustrating is this?!

I can present my diploma, I am a graduated engineer. 

And a trainee.

They handle me like a colleague cause that´s what I am. 

 

Why can´t Ingo see me like that. 

 

If I lose... my job is gone. So much is at stake.

He is safe and close to retirement. Maybe....

 

I bought. Again. Wish we were like back then -  I still love him. 

Maybe a weekend-relationship teaches you the worth of being able to be together.

He lost this thought, sadly. We did this 13 years...

 

The internet series: 

 

"Our everyday objects and their unusual origin stories 

 

 (Still the devilish) Forks

 

The devil-thought  changed during the Italian Renaissance, when people discovered syrup-dipped fruit as a dessert. This treat was far too sticky to eat with your fingers, and sinfully sweet enough to overlook any devilish associations."

 

Henry 🦁 

 

 

And yes, that is my wedding ring in the background, on my left hand, as we married in Australia. Germans wear it on the right. Why ever... 

My left hand, that is in use so much now, darn it, that right arm is of no use, I have to "carry" it with my left. 

Things could be worse but I am fed up!!!! Can do no sport no, nothing cause it hurts.

Last time it took three weeks with a torn muscle, those are over and it still hurts. 

Is something wrong with my the titanium plate inside?

Can´t be, two doctors told me nothing can go wrong. That was 1995, though.

Try to get a (good) doc? Where, when. No time.

 

Doctors, as many of you write, too, are hard to get by. Here: "We cannot take new patients, we are full."

The two I have... money they want to make, they do not care for the person and both are Internal medicine, no use for an arm.

 

The ring is titanium, too,  btw - hardest material and from Western Australia.

Last minute we bought our rings, in Joonadup with a friend who couldn´t believe I waited so long and NO! 

Us Germans have sets. You Aussies do not! So... we ended up with male rings, the smallest was still too large for me.

Flushing the toilet? Keep your thumb on the ring finger!

Bro - goldsmith - wanted to make it smaller in a blink of an eye.

 

Yah-yah, lille Bro. That material - titanium - did nothing. Booh! He hung on with his whole weight. Nothing.

 

He then had to RUN and JUMP with full force - and yes, those machines are from the 1960´s - and why not!

I did engravings for customers, too, as a teen. When you needed a hand, I was there.

It was normal back in the day. You helped. you were trained (a bit). 

 

My arm-plan: Say on Monday: All good, back to training!!!

 

 

 ... maybe not boxing, (sweet) roo, you...

A Hungry Dino

 

Well, going outside? See last dude.. first, this one needs to eat.. or does he?

And then... 

 

 

 

 Climb up to meet me! And then JUMP!

 

 

 

Let´s have some FUN!

 

This is for:

 

 Eileen!

 

And a new internet series. Translations by google - all other you have my true words.

I was asked by a Czech colleague if I speak English, "native tongue" I was tested (I am German) - I do. I also speak still a bit French, but only a bit.

 

But... on to the internet stuff I found! 

 

"Our everyday objects and their unusual origin stories

 

Our homes are crammed with all sorts of things. Some we buy for a specific purpose, some are decorative, and others are so commonplace that we hardly even notice them anymore. We consider most of these items perfectly ordinary, but many household appliances have a strange and interesting story to tell.

  

(hehe, don´t you love to "plop" these?)

 

We start with....

 

 

Forks!

 

Amy Azzarito, a design historian, explains that this object, with which we interact every single day of our lives, was once considered immoral and unhygienic. The fork simply looked too similar to the devil's pitchfork."

 

Shoot. November already. How fitting, Mr. Devil. I must welcome you.

 

 

Underneath the calendar is a sign - all you can read is "wonderful day" - I wish you one.

And I struggle on. All I can do. 

 

Henry 🦁 

 

 

Left Alone? Right Alone!

 

 

 I feel hurt and so lonely.

No talking.

Arm hurts and I don´t know why, meds do not help.

 

What hurts most.

I cannot talk to Ingo.

The man whom I married for in case I die first.

OK, I did it for love also.

And now  Limpy, my hurting arm and I am a lonely, virtual mix of three ...

 

I train the arm - I do!!!!

Over the point of hurt.

Because my heart hurts even more.

 

"Aua" is what comes out of my mouth all the time.

Torn muscle or..... cancer? Who knows.

Doc? Waiting forever with coughing, sneezing peeps? If I was rich, but I ain´t.

 

I do know others are off worse,

But being left alone is bad, also.

 

 What have I done, I do not know. And there is no communication.

If suffering was the point.

I do. Heart and arm.

 

Why? Publish? I feel so helpless... 

We have but ONE LIFE. 

 

Wished he.... you know,