ended 2016 with Papa Mama and all 4 sisters singing Ode To Joy in the Stefaniensaal with everyone else in our immediate family - and even some friends! - watching, and then clinking with champagne glasses saying "an die freude"

i think i have vicarious jetlag accumulated from 5 people who all spent 27hours of traveltime (with layovers) coming to visit me (mama, papa, edward, labeeby, peter!!!! <3 )

Loved going to the Waldkindergarten (outside all the time, no building kindergarten) winter song fest, wearing stilletos and my concert clothes under my skipants, on my way to play for physicist in Maribor.

thanks to yesterday yoga today was a buddha zen day of all the activities, kids concerts at an oldfolkshome, and cleaning for rainer and puk's arrival, and parent teacher meetings, and so so much more, all with.... OM.

I always feel so silly when I break a long streak of procrastination and find that the job wasn't even that difficult.

in the old days it was bubble bath and red wine in the evening and now it's epsom salt bath and a cappuccino at 8:30am.

Advent crafts and cookie baking in the Heilandkirche means the kids are tired out enough to leave them asleep so Brian got to go to a sci-fi movie and I got to go to the opera to see Gounod's Romeo et Juliette, complete with a hanging dead deer, wild hallucinations, cross-dressers, and ballet dancers.

The parallels between home and heart are clear: decluttering physically declutters the mind as well.

Happy Birthday to my wonderful traveling friend Manuela, who never forgets to remind me to update my blog!

i'm not sure what era this is since in the last 10 minutes my kids have played renaissance dance music, delivered me a telegram, and required a fingerprint password to gain access to their good behavior.

Got to go to an art gallery in which (among many many other things) there was a picture with me in it, and since somebody in advertising dropped some ball somewhere, there were almost no people there, so I got all the food and wine and one on one company with the photographer and organizers.

Thanksgiving day was spent as a big unwieldy club sandwich: cooking all morning, first (kind of audition) lesson with somebody special, kindergarten thanksgiving festival with 15 kids that i cooked for and organized, rehearsal, vegetarian buffet. food-music-food-music-food

Choreography with a (probably) broken tail bone... um... not today maybe tomorrow and definitely next week in Algeria, I promise.

Yoga is wonderful joyful elegant and I brought back a pair of concert stiletto heels from the clothing swap there, only to slip down the stairs once home, and discover that the lovely shoes are blue not black.

Crazy morning with 6 hour rehearsal did not delay me from going to a spontaneous concert in the evening and then on to swing dancing in the dark dangerous foggy depths of the stadtpark.

Oh my goodness, dinner with Manfred the day after Thanksgiving?

Since Centa will be in Zurich on the day, we are celebrating Thanksgiving (40+ people including our favorite Slovenians in town for 24hours just for this) with loads of food on a Saturday which is actually great for having guests since Thursday is generally an annoying day to have a party when nobody in the country has off.

Theodore and Henry played in their first orchestra rehearsal today, and Felix sat on a chair and slept through the whole entire thing, but even with a nap we didn't manage to wait up for Brian's return from London.

Drifting off alone is hard, but Brian's in London until late tomorrow, and I actively decided to go to sleep instead of staying up listening to this. #fakehashtag #irony

Got lots of free books walking home from the library today, at totally different bookshelves along the way, with cold drizzle falling on my frizzy hair and my fingers holding tight to the only strap left on my breaking-fraying tote bag.