August 20th, 2018

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Boxes, letters, bags of love...

It's no secret that I've been struggling and feeling sorry for myself for some time. This weekend I finally cleared my bookshelves and sorted out all my boxes of "stuff" that have been waiting to be sorted for MONTHS. I give myself a hard time for being a hopeless horder, but today I realized that I keep things to help me remember and to make sense of my past. And that's okay. Everything I keep has a reason and a meaning.

I dipped in and out of letters and cards from friends and family, reminded myself of my previous life - at University, my travels, the start of my career. And I felt nourished and blessed by the life I've led so far and the people I've met and the friends and family who love me. I then had fun scanning a few bits and pieces and whatsapping them to my best friends and to my siblings.

When I took everything out of all the boxes, and then the final finished bookshelves!


My mum is a bigger horder even than me  - I found a stack of letters that I had written to Father Christmas, and that she had kept and returned to sender!
This was the letter to make my little sister still believe in Father Christmas (even though my brother had spilled the beans!) Still makes me laugh....




my univ library card (well loved and used), union card, and a quotesI liked and kept


A postcard that was always kept close to my desk - a sentiment I should keep in mind now...


This was the poster I kept on the door of my room in halls! Some of the writing has faded in the scanning - but my philosphical influences as you can see were Garfield, Winnie the pooh (but in German) and the poem about Marvin the paranoid Android (thanks to the late great Douglas Adams)

Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.


And this page which was photocopied from a magazine and which accompanied me throughout university - sadly, we don't seem to have achieved much...


And the page from the University prospectus which featured me in the computer lab!! This also makes me laugh, since I was rarely in there, but still got in the photo looking studious...
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Back to School 2018!

So, compared to 2 years ago (Markus starting school, Patrick starting Kindergarten), this school start was smooth in comparison. I still admit to feeling a bit apprehensive on Patrick's behalf - but he's been at the local Kindergarten and Hort since Jan, so he has friends and knows the environment. Having said that, he's going through a struggle-y, frustrated phase at the moment, so anything can happen. I took him in, and he was silent and grumpy and shy for the first half hour, then found his mojo just as I was leaving). Picked him up for swimming and he had nothing to say about school, then at home this evening, he did his first home work and explained everything to Alan. Typical!

Anyway, here's the photo selectoin...

Mr "too cool for school" as he left early this morning wtih Alan - ready to start 3rd class.
And for some reason he brought this sunflower home with him from school today. Still haven't got to the bottom of WHY?
me.: That's lovely, did you grow it darling?
him: no
me: Hä?
him: look, here's a huge whole in the leaf where the caterpillar ate it

Family of bags at the front door!


And Patrick checking timetable with Alan, then leaving home, then getting to school ready for Klasse 1 with hideously expensive nice school bag.
But hey, it has dinosaur stickers which can be moved at will!


School playground, up 3 flights of stairs

Hang up your "Turnsack", change your shoes, then sit at your desk looking bored!


First homework!



And my friend posted this on her facebook page, which just made me laugh!