Today’s Comments

Duh factor

Today I have had a “duh factor” event.  “Duh” as many of you know, is a common Americanism in which something stupid happened, or someone finally has a realization that makes him or her feel temporary stupidity.

My “Duh factor event” today was that I finally found the notifications here at the blog and therefore finally read your comments.  Due to what happened, I apologize to all of you who responded to me weeks ago without my having even realized that you had bothered to reply, especially since your acknowledgement is part of what keeps me going with blogging.  Aside from that, thank you everyone who read a post, liked it and bothered to respond in some tangible manner.  Most of you also know that however much we try to believe the “stats” we are all justifiably suspicious that somehow the information exchange feedback is not entirely accurate.

After the Duh

In reality, like so many of you, I seem to “get” some aspects of how to use this technology very easily but not “getting” the whole thing, or all aspects of how to make the best use of online systems all at once.

While living in Germany, there were at least 6 months when I learned and figured out something new about how to get around online every day.  Other times, I don’t learn at that pace.

Also like most of the rest of you, when I go to do something only to discover that I have to learn a lot just to do it, I sometimes get a little freaked out and try to learn as rapidly as possible.  During such times, I often get somewhat worked up and easily frustrated with myself for not already knowing how to.

Today

Today is just today.  I perused around a little bit, wondering if I would easily find great inspiration for a new blog post.  I don’t feel that much as if I did.

Despite that, I wanted to make some attempt to connect with whoever reads this, inspired by the recent increase in traffic and feedback, according to the stats.

This Christmas

For me personally, the saddest aspects of this Christmas are that I am not going to be able to include in person: my husband, my son, and maybe not my father and his wife and 2nd wife (now an ex, but the live out stepmother of most of my childhood with whom I am still in touch).  The thing is that the reason I can’t include my husband is sordid, and weird.  In truth, I was last married in 2005.  I finally nearly got remarried in 2016.  I won’t go into it further aside from sharing with you that I am very glad my ex-husband is alive and having reasonably good luck being married to someone other than me, although I would have preferred for him to succeed at being my husband rather than someone else’s for 5 decades of more instead.  Still, I strongly prefer this to either of us being dead.  The rest of them, I just have the problem of suffering from limitations of transportation or funding for transportation.

The best news for me about this Christmas is that I will be able to spend time in person with my mother.  I am old enough to be very grateful that my parents are still alive and lucid.  My mother is in excellent condition for her age, and my father is in ok condition sort of for his age.  They are in their 80s.  As well as that, I was able to get my son some presents, about which I am very grateful and happy.  He is an adult now, by the way.

To the rest of you, I hope that you find a happiness during this time o year, whether you have a religious epiphany or a spiritual breakthrough or even just a good time with relatives….Kind words between you and your mother-in-law for example, or forgiveness between siblings.

God bless you this Christmas.

 

A European Destination – Germany

Deutschland

I’m in Germany.  Some of you know that.  There is more than one stereotype of Germany, and of the Germans.  Let’s see:   Dancing and singing in the mountains of Bavaria:  Blonde  women with lots of cleavage, and long skirts serving beer in large metal steins.  Portly men named Guenter,  in lederhosen, but evidently both strong and fat rather than, say, weak and fat.  Men like Guenter love drinking the beer served by the large breasted women, who are also able to tend cattle when not at work ‘down the Pub’ as the English would say.

Then of course, there are NaZi military Germans, as seen in the WW movies.

One that most Americans know but easily forget is the close cultural relative of the NaZi: the Jewish German immigrants to the USA and Canada.  In all honesty, I learned my first German words, not from the NaZis nor from regular Germans but from middle aged German Jews who relocated to America to evade the NaZis.  Their grand children are all Americans and Canadians.

Meanwhile, back to Germany after WW2 ended, which none of the Jewish German immigrants know about so much:  Of course divided Germany: the Germanies.  On one side, cap in hand, capitulated at the end of the war and thrilled to not have become Soviet Germany, the West Germans.

In truth, there are Central and Northern Germans: it isn’t only that the people of Berlin do not dance in the mountains of Bavaria, but for some reason that does ‘seem like what it is supposedly like’.

The Wall.  Eventually, I learned that thing was called Die Maeur (Mahhweer)

*Tips to work on German: 1) Don’t open your mouth to speak, 2) Imagine that someone has set a flat piece of wood atop the tongue.  Just leave it there when speaking; don’t make it fall off.  3) If it sounds like a cat is suffering from a hair ball or someone needs to cough up a bit of congestion, that’s probably the right way of pronouncing it, but it doesn’t yet feel natural.

Then of course, East German imagery is like propaganda of everyone eating the same and working out together throughout the nation before work…and the East German women, after winning at the Olympics in swimming, are found to in fact, have been on steroids for years.

 

It is not like that in the village where I have been living for the past few years.

Wappen Dörverden © Gemeinde Dörverden

The thing is, the symbol is accurate.

The village of Doerverden has an actual history going back over 1000 years in real time.  The terrain in the NW of Germany is as flat as the South and SE are hilly and mountainous.  There really are the rivers Weser and the Aller, but the one shown above is a rendition of the river Weser, and thank God for reading icons if not well versed in the German language.

The horse heads on wooden sticks is not “the riders of Rohan” from The Lord of the Rings, but might as well be, in the sense that Doerverden does have riding schools, and horse stables.  In truth, now that there is no impending danger of a war, it is not espionage to divulge to you that Verden, just one town over from Doerverden was home to the North’s Cavalry, and they have trained world class, top notch horses there for something like 500 years.

Due to the importance of such information at some periods of history, I developed the truth-bearing-joke that the German language is simply designed to prevent innocent children and women (or fools, for that matter) from accidentally spilling the beans, so to speak about anything from location of the cavalry to ….well, really, that Germany is a lovely and fertile enough nation for others to covet it….but of course not if they don’t know that.  Freizeitpferd mit Potential: » Reitbeteiligungen aus Stöckse

Logo des Ehmken Hoff e.V.

 

Click on this link to see pretty horsies

Final Statement in English

I will confess, that while I had a hard time there, I repeatedly posted that the village of Doerverden is so beautific as to be reasonably described as “a Saxon Heaven on Earth”.

 

an author’s random comments – learning as today’s topic de jour

I just read and commented at Culture Monk’s blog because apparently he liked my post yesterday.  Thank God someone read it and commented.  Hopefully a bunch more people read it even though they didn’t comment.

Learning.  Like so many of you all I’m still learning about life.   Some days I learn more about how to use the computer.  Other days like today, I learned more about which movies I own can be fast forwarded by which buttons on the son’s game controller.  Due to the mother and son lifestyle: I don’t have a normal video player.  We have a PS3 which is the teen son’s so he can play video games and the Mom (who the son calls Mim) watches movies using it.  Actually we have also both used it to play video games but because of that fast forward is a video game controller button.  I’m sure it’s not just us.  Not all videos are the same.  Maybe you already knew that, but I only learned that this year. 

Well, I guess that’s it today.