So where's the snow?

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


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Paggy Adieu

 

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Paggy’s brother Hubert has begun clearing the flat, cutting the trees down and making it his own. The view from the back of his flat, as suspected is stunning, I don’t know why he didn’t want to see it. That’s great, especially as Hubert’s offered us to use the greenhouse which means we may actually get some ripe tomatoes this summer!

However, what I wasn’t prepared for was the emptying of the flat, seeing someone’s familiarity and life being stripped away. I can’t quite get my head around the fact that it doesn’t matter to Paggy anymore, they’re just things, although they did matter to him. I can understand the family history which means Hubert may just want to strip the place clean, it has no value to him. But I see him giving things to the local charity shop and I think he could’ve made some money for himself there, I’m feeling Paggy’s life had worth, don’t bin it.

They’re just things and to the people who buy them, they will add their own value and appreciation to them.

But I don’t want this to happen to my things. I will stitch up where I want my things to go. I don’t want anyone else wearing my clothes (as if they would), furniture -a pyre? What do you think?


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Paggy’s legacy

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Paggy will be familiar to those of you who have followed the blog for a while, with his sad demise last December.

After the funeral, Paggy’s flat was sealed up by the Notar (Solicitor) and as he hadn’t left a will, all was in her hands while the estate was sorted – I expect the old bugger thought he could take it with him.  Hubert, Paggy’s brother is a nice bloke and we’ve got to know him  a bit. He has the same blue eyes which I find really disconcerting. I had to give up my dream of some how  buying the flat and turning it into a holiday let as Hubert wants it for himself. Fair enough, but it does seem a bit of  a nail in the coffin for our future here, letting go of yet another dream.

One day, the Notar turned up with a couple of people, and being a completely nosey neighbour, I found an excuse to go and say hello. She didn’t look too pleased to see me and the other women had an open box in which seemed to be golden spoons. Not my problem, but it did worry me. Hubert rang Linda up a couple of days later and when he found this out, was furious. As he inherits, she should have informed him of any visit. He promptly hired a lawyer, went to the Notar, took possession of the keys and the lawyer is now dealing with everything.

Apparently she had been in twice and had taken away Paggy’s guns (10), a coin collection and the golden serving set. I don’t know Austrian law, but Hubert said she was shaking when they went into the office. He has now changed all the locks and says he will take the property over in two months.   This Notar dealt with the purchase of our flat, didn’t send us the bill for over a year, and then there were items on it we hadn’t been told about and we had to pay it in ten days. So I guess I didn’t like her in the first place!

Apparently, the flat was left equally to Paggy and Hubert when their mother died, but Paggy demanded it all and Hubert went with it. It was after his stroke and the death of his wife, Hubert said before then he was a good man.

So Hubert has already told another neighbour he can cut all the trees down, it’ll make the flat such a suntrap. He’s going to chuck a lot of the stuff. I’ve told him about the valuable painting and how the furs can be sold for a profit. I guess I just dont like the idea of Paggy’s stuff being chucked.

But it’s all just things isn’t it?  What has value for us, means nothing to others. Yet still I hang on the Deerhound statues that my Mum loved and she died 10 years ago.


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RIP Paggy

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In 2010, last time he really succeeded in getting us all plastered!

 

Those of you who have followed my blog, will know about our neighbour Hans, and how he befriended us, irritated us, got us drunk, stuck his nose in, criticised all our home additions, but was always pleased to see us.He had had a stroke and so couldn’t use one hand and was also diabetic. He spent a lot of time frustrated that he could no longer go shooting and hunting.

In our strongest memory of him, was when we had our friends John and Liz here, who he also got so plastered that John still can’t remember coming home and eating trout with us. Then on a later visit he had Liz and me making plum jam, (which never set because he wouldn’t let us put enough sugar in due to the diabetes) while the men were eating pigs trotters he had boiled especially for them!

In the past couple of years, he’d had falls, and I forget how many times we had to get a ladder to his bedroom as he was locked in and was laying on the floor, having fallen or was in a diabetic coma. He was taken into the care system and had carers, all of whom he slagged off and accused of stealing things – we often wondered what he said about us! He couldn’t handle it when we didn’t want paying for doing jobs for him, but we did accept a beer now and then.

On his birthday last year he wouldn’t accept a drink and we could see he was losing weight. He was eventually admitted and it was cancer, and the rest is history. Always a difficult man, he alienated most who knew him and he had rifts with the neighbours. I often wonder what had so damaged him in childhood to make him so. We just saw a grumpy old git, not the real troublemaker he once was. He was often very rude to me and took the mickey constantly. There were tales in the village he had beaten his wife too. But that is past, who am I to judge hearsay.

Shortly before we left for the UK, he seemed to be slipping away and we expected the worse, but three days later, he was sat up in bed, he pointed to the crucifix on the wall and said ‘HE healed me’: From that point we had no worries about where he would be, it’ll  be great to have a chat with him on the other side. The last time we saw him he was not so good and as we got on the ferry home for England, he passed away.  He has a brother,to whom he was always been horrible to who will inherit everything. We’ve been asked to carry a cross and a lantern at his memorial service which is an honour. I must admit, I’m breaking a commandment in thinking of what we could do with his flat as a holiday let. It’s said that death brings out the worst in us all.

So RIP Paggy, life wont be the same here without you bellowing out of the window and asking us if we want a beer.

 

https://annarashbrook.wordpress.com/2012/04/27/paggys-home

 

https://annarashbrook.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/late-autumn-and-paggy-again/

 

https://annarashbrook.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/paggys-plums/


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Sometimes you just have a good day!

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Some days at home drive me to distraction, others are ok, but last Monday was a great day.  I began with my mediation and prayers, I’ve found such a good book, it’ll be reviewed soon.  Its ‘Meditate and Declare by Lyn Dehnke, details will follow!

I then took to the net and was amazed by how many hits and Pingbacks I had on my first attempt at the Weekly photo challenge, hosted by http://dailypost.wordpress.com/ and I found some great new blogs to follow. I had a list of subjects to write blogs about and I actually did them all.

Dave came home at lunchtime with a load of compost, and it stopped raining, so I spent quite some time planting out my geraniums into containers on the terrace, and putting pea sticks in, most satisfying.  It began to drizzle again so they all got a good drink. 

Then Lizzie came over, a friend ad found a Golden retriever wandering up on Schonfeld, and it befriended her Collie.  This lady is a nurse and has a dog sitter, but who can’t cope with two dogs.  So Lizzie and I are going to be dog sitters when needed, Mega!  Dave didn’t argue either!

Then I went and planted Paggy’s replacement Cucumbers for him, and took his bin bag down the lane -such a buzz when you can help someone.

I was just sorting out my entry for the local photography competition about the river Mur, when there was a knock at the door. Jehovah’s Witnesses.  They had imported a lad from Klagenfurt who spoke fluent English.  Couldnt resist the challenge and I out talked them again, they actually said they had to leave -hahahahahaha!

I entered my photos for the competition, and then poor Dave was late back from work, but he took me over to the Holiday flat to close up after the visitors -such kindness.  What a day!


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Paggy’s Home

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For all you Paggy fans, I’m pleased to announce he’s home.  After three weeks in hospital, a chest infection, a kidney infection not to mention the diabetic coma he’s home and back to normal. 

Dave had remarked that we needed to get all the jobs at the front of the house done, so we could work in peace, as shown as when the wood delivery arrived.  It had come early so instead of having it put right in front of the shed door because it was only a couple of metres, it was over the yard as usual.  It was Friday, and it was already 6.30, so no way were we doing it then and there, so we fetched a tarpaulin.  Voice yells, it’s going to rain get a move on and it’ll be done by seven.  I told him in no uncertain terms we were covering it, so he quoted some proverb at me about lazy people,so I went back to covering the heap. Dave asked why we were ever worried about him!

A couple of days later we went for a visit – he’s now getting daily care, which maybe means the doorkey issue may not arise if his health is checked up on, he wont get in a coma a gain.  The stubborn old bugger isn’t going to give anyone a key, it’s a shame his insurance will pay for the broken window, he might think differently if he had a large bill!  He told us he now has to have diabetic injections, and the doctor has told him not to drink beer as there’s too much sugar.  His response – to drink a smaller bottle.  He’s been told a little wine is ok, but he needs his beer.  He’s looking very thin, but maybe that’s down to hospital food, and he had a fall when he came home twisting his knee – poor old git!


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After Easter

My Easter tree and through the window, snowing!!

It snowed on Easter day which is the first time for us and the weather went cold. Great for the last of the skiers but a bit of a shock down here as we’d got into spring mode!

Easter turned out to be unexpectedly a blessing for us, and was a great day.  We both woke quite early and so decided to go to the Church service at Murau, our mother church.  The service itself was very traditional (I’m being tactful here) despite really hard word being done by the Pastorin. To our surprise, she invited to lunch along with the other  English family. We had a great time, great food, great chat, although mostly in English which always makes me feel a bit guilty.  Is it a compliment that people here only speak to us in German?

Then we trundled home and then had an evening meal with the Lungau English gang, which was again a real blast.  What a day!

Paggy is on the mend, just waiting for an all clear from the physiotherapist that he’s mobile  enough to go home.  He says he’ll discuss about the key when he comes home, but this time I wont let him evade it.  He even talked Dave into buying him a beer and sneaking it into the ward for him – at the time it seemed funny, but now we’re both having kittens and dreading getting told off when we next visit.

It’s now like another start to the year, Pentecost and Spring to look forward to, so why am I yo-yoing between great joy and manic frustration?