I bought a holga (at 11pm on willhaben (austrian craigslist) for 5euros from a lady who's leaving the country for good early tomorrow morning on the bike 5km each way in the rain with giant cross-sky lightnighstrikes)! :)

If you're going away for six weeks, it is the time to use kitchen things up, which makes for clever taste combinations (asian style tofu with turkish tahini + italian style pasta + grilled veggies + austrian almost-ripe-just-had-to-pick-them-before-we-leave tomato salad = yum).

on hyper sleep-deprived over-caffeinated overdrive for 3 days, but still behind on all the things i need (read: want) to do.

have no working light, no working gears, no working brain, so manuela walked me home, just so i was spared being taking a taxi (which henry thinks brian and i pay every year, "we have to pay our taxis")

You are surrounded by various accents around the country in a party full of strangers, and suddenly, one of them (more than a trifle ironically) says "fakebook."

lost a pair of socks today, but in single-sock increments.

woke up this morning to a stick, a pocket knife and a theodore asking me if i can please help him finish a spoon, so i had wood shavings in my eyes before i got out of bed because of course i said yes.

how did i decide to volunteer to manage the waldkindergarten endofseasonfestival when i am neither a constant people person or a coordinator and i have no idea what kind of festival people want or are used to?

flash floods and thundershowers didnt stop me from craigslisting a keyboard or picking flowers or hiking or singing or enjoying coffee outside or visiting friends or working on my gardenhut.

I'm making ribbon dancers as we speak.

It's when you're on your hands and knees linseedoiling antique floor boards with a tiny brush that you start anthropomorphising the trees and plants that gave you the wood and the oil, and how disturbing these simple tasks could be.

Does thinking about happiness ever make you sad?

Trump (thankfully!) did not come up in a discussion about America following a reading from Bill Bryson's "Notes from a Big Country" that I did.

I'm a bit scared of water, and I'm also a bit scared to let my kids know that about me, so I pretend I'm not, and I think I'm finally getting the hang of the whole water-in-your-face thing.

First a nice lady gave me a present of some fabric, which I then sewed into a skirt, which I now can't wear, because I lack a coordinating top.

life seemed to go by in slow motion today, but now that it's over, it seems like time flew - house concert of mozart martinu and handel-halvorsen and reception and lots of wonderful supporting people.

a picture perfect day, with baking a new kind of cake (with Manuela) and swimming (with my family and Manuela) and practicing for my house-concert (with Manuela as audience and Thomas as compatriot) and songs and bubble-baths and wine and strings of beautiful origami butterflies (that Centa made out of special paper that was practically fabric) and and and and and.

july is confusing me: no sooner have i put away all our winter things, and have sweat myself through 2 outfits a day, the temperature drops extremely and i have to take out my down quilt to sleep.

really hate the disney story i found in an old children's bedtime stories book about mickey practicing the piano every day and all his friends telling him he sounds so nice, but then plays in front of people who "really know music" he's panned, and immediately vows to never touch the piano again.

went to a yoga session with a teacher who told us that getting our heads to the floor would feel totally awesome, but that most of us wouldn't be able to do it, but that we should not be jealous of the people around us who had their heads on the floor, because they might just be more flexible but not necessarily happier, but still, they would be feeling totally awesome right now, because they got their heads to the floor.

when a fanny-pack isn't cool enough, but you need to run hands free with keys and wallet, try a winter glove, packed with your stuff strung on a child's belt around your middle with your shirt over it.

I just sent the "final" floor plan for our wedding to the park ranger in charge of our event... August 6th is coming so quickly!

our lovely garden party, planned and hosted by centa, went off from 2pm to 10pm without a hitch, but with homemade elderflower champagne and so much delicious dessert and so many new people to meet.

our bathtub is in the basement which only has a door to the outside, which means i got to (had to) run through the rain in the dark after a bath.

One of my patients told me he was turning 91 at the end of the month when I honestly thought he was no older than 65, which obviously made his day.

It's bedtime and I have writer's block.

if absence makes the heart grow fonder, then maybe silence makes the conversations deeper.

coffee: you have the same mouth-feel, same bitter taste, and none of the caffeine withdrawal symptoms of your decaf counterpart, so i think i'll stick with you.

some days you don't even think in complete

Met a violist from the Graz Opera Orchestra today, and he originally played in the Worcester Youth Orchestra.

I could mention the flash thunderstorms we've been having off and on all day, but that isn't really all that interesting in the scheme of things.

it's time to point out that half of 2016's months have passed!