Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Icy face

The blues in the eyes.

Mayday - the third

Nurse: The hypochondriac in room 69 is dead.

Doc: Ah, now he's exaggerating.

- - -

Am I exaggerating? Who knows?

Anyway:

Wish I were well. I am not, though.

May those who sent me e-mails and did not yet receive an answer, forgive my laziness.

Be sure, my thoughts are with you much more often than I let you know.

And, please, be sure, too, I am tired of (mentioning) my self-inflicted weakness.

Therefore, I have decided from today onwards to 'have' one post a day.
Photos, mostly.
Not many words I suppose.
Neither I may 'feel like' answering comments - if there are some.
See?! Words don't come easy to me these ... months.



So good, the more, to see / imagine your lenient smiles.

Thank you.
And: The peace of the night.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Hiatus interruptus

Memento moriendum esse.

After all! Still not well, but slightly better I feel.

...

Well, similar words I chose 98 days ago, only a couple of minutes afterwards, from one second to the other, to learn I had been pretty wrong.

And since I am - sometimes daily, sometimes hourly - taught quite a few of the consequences one has to take in account when for weeks protracting a pneumonia.

My doc says it may take half a year, one year or even two years until my body will have forgiven me.

The more I do appreciate I am still alive.

Thanks a lot, again, to everybody who sent me good wishes while I was trying to cheat 'Brother Death'.

Now is 'Brother Death' part of Omnium [which - Omnium that is - for those who (still) would not know is ... everything].

And, in a way, there have been interesting dialogues between her / him and me. (Not sure yet, if Brother Death is not a Lady and thus - so to speak - a sister.)

I shall not talk about those dialogues, though.

Would be boring, eh?
Thus, to rather cut it short:

I am back.

Am I? Indeed?

Not sure.

February 19th, March 24th - several times I thought now I am well enough.

However, whenever I thought Now it's better, often within seconds I had to live what somewhen I started to call sister Death is (once again) poking fun on brother Sean.

Yes. There have been moments when I came to terms with my sister. Alright, if you mean, ...

Accepting my death does not mean I was/am jubilating. So many things I want to do, to live, to ... enjoy.

Phew!! Some of the 'breathtaking things' I'd love to enjoy presently I might hardly  survive. :) 

Well, and to write an online  di(e)ary is not part of my desires, too.


As said I am grateful.
Times are too interesting to spend them six feet under, would you agree? :)
 
And: Knowing that the longer I live the shorter I am dead, implies
that the longer I live the less time I have to be diplomatic

Means: In future - not knowing how much future I have - [by the way: do you know?] I shall be even less  diplomatic than ever I was.

Isn't this sad?

Not to call evil persons evil 'cause one does fear the consequences?
Mind you! Not necessarily the consequences for oneself, but those for one's family, and thus for those who perhaps would prefer yourself 'just to shut up'.

... ha ha ha ...

The scissors in one's head ... spare the censor.

With no respect: Fuck them! All of them. [The scissors and the censors]

My! I am so glad there don't exist Omnium-flags.

Imagine: Omnium flags being burned in ... well: anywhere. By people who don't even know what Omnium is.

Ha ha ha . . .

What a ridiculous tragedy.

No?


Yes.


This is a mess.

A great chance for improvement, would you agree?

I'll try to do my very best, anyway.

The peace of the night.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Happy New Year!


May 2011 bring you and those around you:
Health
love
peace
inspiration
success
leisure
contentment

and
- in case something does not immediately work -
lots of serene calmness and calm serenety.

And ... who knows ... why not? ...

... perhaps you might even find
the pot at the end of the rainbow ... :)

Friday, December 31, 2010

... hopefully

Same Procedure as every Year

If counted well the Germans today can/could watch Dinner for one (The 90th birthday) - history here - 18 times at different times on various TV-channels, and aside from the original in various German dialects.
Very strange folks, the Germans.
Well, judge for yourself.

Tiny tip-off: Be absolutely determined not to laugh.


Saturday, December 25, 2010

Give me a breath

Not sure when I'll be back again. Tomorrow, next week, next year.
Currently I do feel annoyingly weak and exhausted.

The past few days did not see me at my best:
Pneumonia.
The worst: Extreme shortness of breath; twice I felt close to death. Strange.

It does, though, look as if tonight for the first time within a week I may be allowed to sleep through.

Would be wonderful ... the peace of the night.

Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Nothing to worry

I'm fed up with
myself.

No comments.
Thank you.

The peace of the night.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Laughing Lhursday

Well, I am laughing as I am happy not many of you
will immediately know what they see.
What a mess.