Today was my birthday. A day that I dread. I have been trying to work against that to plan lots of things that I enjoy, it worked to some degree. It hit me yesterday though, but a sleeping pill got rid of the bad feelings and I slept for a while. Sadness for the loss of the people that brought me here in the first place got over me, I have to trust that they were with me today, somewhere, somehow… I miss them and birthdays and alike are always especially difficult to get through.
I got up at around 9.00 am today, which is luxury compared to the normal 4.00 am, and started the day with opening the birthday present that I got from Anni :arrow:, which I also decided would make a brilliant photo number 13 / 26: AMAZING!
We (brother and I) then started a Simpsons marathon with a season 5 DVD set. At some point I realized that the episodes we were watching were 15 years old! Which is insane in itself.
We postponed the Christkindlmarket, I was just not feeling good enough and I slept through most of the morning. By the oven, which was quite nice. In the evening my brother and I went to watch The Deathly Hallows and it was SO GOOD! Especially compared to how bad the last one was. I loved all of it and I really like the big moment that Doby got. The realization of The Tale Of Two Brothers was also excellently done! I cannot wait for the second part. 🙂
The birthday cake isnt done yet. Bummer. Hopefully tomorrow. New week, new luck. Also hospital appointment, my feet are so swollen (again), not even funny. The coming week will be cold… âť—
Have a great one everyone!
On The 6th Day Of November
Trip To Obersalzberg
My „Spooky“ October 2018
Lucy
Connie
2:43 pm on November 22nd, 2010
Das Brett ist sĂĽss!
Nun – ich habe angefangen BH90210 zu kaufen – meine Schwester Unsere kleine Farm und irgendwann werden Die Waltons dazu kommen – die letzten 2 deutlich älter als 20 Jahre – und? I love it *lach*
Nur wer vergessen wird, ist tot – die anderen sind immer bei uns und wir können jederzeit mit ihnen reden – manchmal geben sie einem Zeichen – es muss so unendlich schön sein, eine schöne Kindheit gehabt zu haben. Sei froh drum, auch wenn deine Eltern viel zu frĂĽh gehen mussten – schwacher Trost, ich weiss.
Doch sieh mich: Ich bin froh, ist mein Vater tot und werde froh sein, wenn meine Mutter und die Grossmutter väterlicherseits tot sind und alles verkauft – ich will das nicht am Hals haben – die Grossmutter mĂĽtterlicherseits lebt auch noch – doch da sind ja noch 2 Geschwister meiner Mutter und ihre Nachkommen, da kann ich einfach zurĂĽck stehen – zu denen habe ich auch kaum Bindung, da wir uns als Kinder nur 2x/jährlich sahen, sie sich untereinander jedoch immer, da im gleichen Dorf wohnhaft.
Schneit es schon?