I wrote this last year, so may be a bit repetitive, we’ve more snow now too!
Four years, my the time goes by. Life seems to be settling into a new, seasonal routine which makes all seem familiar and like home. It seems to be that the months after Christmas are the most boring, almost a time of hibernation. I’d rather have the summer off like when I as at the Fortune Centre. New Year begins with loads of fireworks like in England, but sometimes, they are just chucked about in the big parties in the square. They’re never sold from a locked cabinet, although teenagers are banned from buying them. If you want you can buy Children’s fireworks – smaller versions of the adults ones -ahhh! If there’s enough snow, Dave and I can go Langlaufing or even falling over in the snow.
This is because he works so many extra hours in the summer, he gets almost all of January and February off. Even when I was with Lois it was quieter with him too. Yet it’s so easy to get bored and into lassitude. Cabin fever even. We did a lot of DIY last year, having tiled the kitchen, so much better than laminate, they actually seem to catch the heat of the wood stove – luvly. We can’t garden until maybe the end of March as the ground is frozen!
The year roles out thus. We have the Star singers – the three Kings come in January (and always one blacked up!). They raise money for charity, and get a cut, carefully negotiated with the Priest. All the events I am talking about can be no doubt more accurately read about on the links I’ve put on the Blog.
Then it’s party time as there is a season of masked balls and then it’s Faschings or Shrove Tuesday, when there’s lots of parades in fancy dress – not quite like Rio de Janiro, ready for fasting time. We had a real laugh at the Mayor dressed as a Smurf. These parades go back into folk history and have had people dressed as dancing bears and strange masked costumes.
There’s Icestockshiessen parties- skittles on ice which we must learn how to do. Where England descends into debt and gloom after Christmas, Austria parties! The farmers cut loads of timber before the sap rises, mainly by continually thinning, a far prettier way of clearing, but its amazing how they slide the trees down the hills for collection.