So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Early Mornings


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Smiling with the eyes

Here in Austria, things are starting to get back to normal as we can now shop if we wear masks and keep our distances. You have to have a trolley each in bigger supermarkets, and some shops restrict how many can be in at once.

As I trotted around this week lots of people said Hi and I had trouble when I didn’t recognise the voice. I even heard someone say, ‘Is that really you?’

Then it struck me, do people know that I’m smiling at them from behind the mask? Duh moment! So now I make a point of smiling with my eyes, consciously raising my cheeks so my eyes change. Funny how we only think of smiling with the mouth. Guess after this I’ll have more wrinkles!


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Getting ready!

One of first reactions on deciding to sell the flat was to look at it with fresh eyes. There then followed a couple of weeks of re-painting, cleaning, packing up some of the DVDs and books that dominate the place. Trouble is now we like it all the more, but feel someone is just waiting to come and love this place too.

The only problem is that when there’s nothing on the TV, we can’t get the DVDs out to watch!!!!!


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Bluebells

I know they’re not!

Dave and I were watching an Abbie Barns Film on YouTube of a walk in Cornwall. On it came shots of a bluebell wood and luxuriant green grass filled with wildflowers. I breathed an ‘oooh’, we’ll be seeing them again soon’. It made me realise how when in the past I’ve seen such shots I’ve just sort of dismissed and squashed such yearnings.

I’ve always missed the richness of the English countryside, up here in the mountains, it’s more sparse, short lived – except for the dandelions in May. How many things do you repress when there is a longing for them?

So in a year or so, we’ll be back in the green, of daffodils and pink cherry blossom. It’s like some sort of floodgates is opened. For Saturday newspapers and Dairy milk chocolate. Daffodils in February.

How long will the thrill last?

Then we got into a conversation about walking with no struggling up steep gradients, tractor and steam rallies, horse shows, National Trusting, not to mention beaches. If you’re not into skiing and have to work hard through summer, there’s not a lot to do here. But how long till we miss the smell of hot pinewood and the pink of the mountain rhododendron on the hills in early summer?

 

 


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60

Yup, next month I reach this milestone! We’ve got a wonderful weekend planned with kids and family, and a glorious party too.

Can’t believe I’ll be officially a wrinkly. I can collect an Austrian pension but not a UK one until I’m 66.

What daft thing should I do to really celebrate? Send me your ideas!

 

 


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Christmas over

How was your Christmas this year? We had the most wonderful time with family. Catching up and making new friends.

Now as the new year gets going, life is piling in again. Two books planned for this year, three short stories in note form and at last someone to translate my books into German. Holiday house cleaning season. More English students and my 60th birthday party to plan. I’m feeling snowed over mentally and physically already!

How’s your new decade showing up?


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Bella and Swingle’s holiday

For International dog day!

Bella came to stay for a few days and we had a ball!

Paddling was best in the hot weather.

Plenty of games of bitezes!

I even let her sleep on my favourite bit of the sofa!

In the woods was fun too.

Bella fell in the pond once, I did warn her! Oh it was fun!