I’m tired-go away?
Let me outta here?
I’m tired-go away?
Let me outta here?
It’s been a funny old year. Being at home all the time and the wet summer, BUT I rejoice in the teaching qualification I’ve made and the great experience I had teaching this year. I had such a lovely group of students. I taught the beginners in English and I think they all improved. Someone had at last decided to split the beginners from the experienced and it worked. They were motivated and hard working – mega. Compared to my first course I was overwhelmed with gifts and even a Christmas lunch from the new Boss. I can see things I want to improve and re-do and I have a contract to teach again – but not until next October!
So in the next couple of days, Dave and I are driving from Austria to England, through Germany and France and then taking the ferry from Cherbourg to Poole where we have another short drive to our son’s house. Dave and I argue in the car, so I can’t say I’m completely looking forward to it. We have a borrowed TomTom so that should help! Dave wouldn’t fly this year, so its all HIS fault!
On Sunday we went for a walk in the sunshine, no snow, along a beautiful path by the Mur at Predlitz. I feel for the ski resorts who are having to drain all their ponds to make snow, but I’m just enjoying everyday without the ice. I’ll be ready for the snow when we get back in a couple of weeks! I feel blessed and hopeful for the coming year. And you?
He came by on November 30th, before the snow and hurtled around the garden. Dave saw him first and came rushing into me as I’d left the camera on the eye thingey not the screen. I can now understand why when people see strange cats the shots go to pieces. I just couldn’t keep up! Dressed for the snow, maybe all his prey could see him coming and ran away! I hope we see this little ermine again!
There is the sound of panic not music in the mountains! This time last year, the lifts had opened early and the season was underway. This year the opening at Obertauern took place with Andrea Gabalier but without the snow. The weather has been too warm for the snow canons to make snow. There is snow forecast at the weekend but the forecasters keep on putting it back and lighter and lighter. On the more southern areas towards Katschberg there is snow as we’ve got the air from the south. But not enough to ski. The local tv showed the early visitors in Obertauern going WALKING! from the open lifts! NiederÖsterreich has had problems with ice storms bringing down trees and cutting electricity. When we look at the weather cameras on the tv in the morning, the Tirol and Voralberg have even less snow than here!
So my snow prediction is not far off, although I didn’t see the lack of made snow! This time last year we had frosts and cold. I don’t really mind. I’m driving to England for Christmas and I’ll definitely have a GREEN Christmas!!
This is our local Georgiritt in Thomotal – horses and riders converging on the church for a blessing. Is a parade a convergence???
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Converge.”
I have embarrassed my family for years with my love for old stable blocks. It probably goes back to childhood where the Victorian house we lived in had a complete block at the back.
This had been sadly converted into garages, but the floors were there, and I played a lot there, always wishing the old partitions and troughs were still there. In the 60s, Victorian stuff was rubbished, not like now.
Back to the point, there was a recent event at our local Schloss,selling all sort of goodies from wood sculpture to jewelry to felt hats.
This year they opened one of the old stall blocks for exhibitors. I was thrilled, but just wished they would all get out of the way so I could better photo the stone troughs, old wood partitions and floors!
Dave and I have been really praying about our future here in Austria and after the events of the past couple of days, I’m begining to wonder if things such as the meeting with the Priest and yesterday’s bizarre afternoon are some form of answer!
In the morning, I had a call from our Pastor, saying he’d had a mysterious phone call from a man in English a few weeks ago and he had arranged to meet him at the Burg at Three in the afternoon. He had no idea what it was for, there was something to do with a warzone and he couldn’t ring the bloke back. He couldn’t attend anyway as he had to teach that afternoon. So Dave came along to ride shotgun in case it was a depressed asylum seeker from the local centre. We prayed before we went in, maybe God did have his hand on it…
I went to reception and met an familiar face from when I worked there who informed me the mystery man was getting married there that afternoon. We went up to the Chapel where we met his parents who sent someone off to find the groom. They were waiting for our Pastor to come and do a Wedding Blessing or Ceremony, – they had been married civilly earlier as you have to do in Austria. My blood ran cold. The poor bloke who looked shell shocked.
So I rang the Pastor who exploded down the phone. I can’t do weddings without the right paperwork, I’ll end up in Prison, this guy should have sent me all the forms. He wouldn’t/couldn’t even come to do a blessing. All I got was a tirade of how nothing was going to happen, he even said at one stage I could do a blessing myself.
More discussions. Dave and I went down the hill to the Priest’s house. He was a surprised as us. He had been rung by the bloke, but as he wasn’t Catholic there was nothing he could do, nor was he even ready to go and give a blessing. He and given the groom our Pastor’s number. Back to square One. Then I rang Heidi who is one of the lay preachers and is a human dynamo. She agreed at once to come and do a blessing but wouldn’t make it till six. The wedding party took it well, and were taking photos and chilling while they waited. We had to leave as we had another appointment but Heidi rang later and said she did a lovely little service in a candle lit chapel, using English and German. Phew.
And our Pastor? Another phone call spewing the same stuff, not a word of Oh B’*§$% I’ve screwed up big time, I didn’t understand. No, Just this cant be done, its not the law I can’t come. Maybe something has happened to him in the past where he cant own up to stuff, I don’t know. But at least Dave and I were there and by God’s Grace it was sorted. The only thing I regret is that the couple lived in the same part of the world as Andrew Wommack and I wanted to ask if they knew of him………
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