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Monday



I love montage. Yes, I do actually. As much as I may, of course, the weekends, so I am looking forward on Sunday night to Monday morning. Weekends are nice and lazy, but for the next week I can make all the things I always wanted more, more, faster, make more detail. Diligent work in the garden (just today it was raining, unfortunately), to live healthier and eat less sweet (but grad date, we have yet a few Kuchenrestl the weekend and it would be a pity), a lot of intensive work on the dog training (on the other hand, we were indeed the last days before been so obedient and they nibbled at their level so cute stick). The reassuring feeling on a Monday evening, is that still 4 more days of the week in front of me where I can accomplish all my good intentions, not in a hurry. And if it's really not that happen, we hope to hold the next Monday. Unlike New Year's Day there are of them at least 52 pieces. So I Hangle me from Monday to Monday with dreams and desires and plans. And I kind of like it terribly much.

I love mondays. Yes, I really do. Of course I love the weekends and enjoy them immensely, but on sunday evening I am looking forward the monday morning already. Weekends usually are relaxed, comfortable and lazy, and that´s fine for all of us, but surely next week I will do all the things I always wanted to improve. Being more busy in the garden (unfortunately it was raining today), eating more healthy things and less sweets (but there are some delicious left-overs from the weekend, it would be a shame to throw them away), working harder and more often with little dog (but she was so good during the last days, especially at last dog school hours and just now she is enjoying her wooden stick so much). Some weeks I have very busy and very successful mondays, some weeks they are like today. But that´s also fine to me, because there are further more 4 weekdays ahead where I could achieve all my good intentions. And if not, well, there are in opposite to the New Years day, a minimum of 52 Mondays per year where I could still hope and dream and plan.



My plan for this week was finally to do with the ripple blanket. All colors are already prepared to carefully numbered (yes, this time I'd like to have everything perfect), the needle is sharpened, impatient fingers, and then if I may this book between. So many beautiful knit designs, so many new wonderful pictures in the head as she finished knitted already in the cabinet are ready for me to casually stroll to the city up and down. So again everything thrown to the winds and time again undecided. Knit or crochet? Both simultaneously? The best I do is small at first, a 10-year-old crochet finished, perhaps the next decision is then itself
I wish you a nice week with hopefully more determination and above all the perseverance of your plans.

My plan for this week was to finally start a ripple blanket. All the colors are already well ordered, labeled with numbers because this time I really wanted to be perfect, the needle is waiting, my fingers itching to begin and then ,------- this book arrived . So many beautiful designs, so many pretty images in my mind of me wearing them very casual while in town shopping fruits and vegetables for our healthy new week (and a well-educated little dog at my side). So now, here I am again quite at the beginning - shall I knit or shall I crochet, shall I do both? Do I need beautiful sweaters and cardigans for summer or do I need a big and colourful blanket for our guest room? And therefore I better finish a 10 year old crochet blanket first, I really think it´s time now to do so, and maybe while making slowly stitch by stitch I will settle my decision.
I am wishing you a joyful week with hopefully more will and power to make your decisions and above all much more staying power.

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Life is Beautiful?

slavery


is just how painful that slavery
It is always a gentleman
Only You, O Eros, we serve as slaves too happy


Whatever it is, the
us in your service threatened
We find all that bad
defy any
Not Yet ......
What would a life that
freed from your slavery?
We could be back in people
We wär'n free a bit!

But if we were happy then `n?
`I think we prayed then soon
O, come and blow Eros times
In me it is so cold

© Fritz Fröhlich

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A good friend sent me this saying:

Life is not so, life is very different. (Tucholsky)
So if it is different, it is then at least
beautiful?
any case, very often, so sometimes, already, though, so beautiful? I do not know. Somehow, it all depends on how you view it. The more I think about it, I really do not know exactly what is beautiful in this life.
It is terrible, each detail I want to explore an idea, the more it melts away between my fingers. This, of whom I once thought it was all so clear and obvious, loses its contour. I mean, what exactly is beauty? Usually, we use this term for any object. There are beautiful images, there are beautiful furniture, there are beautiful vases and even beautiful women and also men. Ultimately, each determined for themselves what is beautiful. So before I am now here again verzettelung, there are really moments where I believed that life is beautiful. But the term "beautiful" for life is actually a collective term for, and I'm satisfied, I agree, I feel good, I feel joy in me, I am in harmony with all.
But this beauty is always transitory, subject to time. There are only rare times in life, constantly beautiful. And ultimately much less for everyone.
He loves the mountains, she loves the sea. He finds the beautiful Alps, she finds all so overwhelming, so high, oppressive, claustrophobic. In contrast, the immensity of the sea, the flat horizon, the glittering sand in the sun, the breeze, the seagulls, the endless vistas. Well, the saying goes white for a long time: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
There are some people who have everything they need and do not believe that life is beautiful. In addition, there will be people who have nothing and who find that life is beautiful. They praise the freedom, independence and adventurousness of their lives.
While some kingdoms the burden of the property, the related obligations, which are bound and take care of the constant concern for the preservation needs, it has nothing to fear except the tax office.
somehow imposes itself on the question of how they like it? No money worries, no envy, an unobtrusive, undisturbed life in a beautiful place, preferably alone? Alone, but not without a lovable one, or a beautiful woman, then surely this should be so. Of course, then a super harmonious life. No jealousy, no arguments, only honeymoon, only sunshine and love. No threats, no diseases, no worries about the children? Well, that's for sure probably not require too much, that are all very modest needs. Yes, may be of a good life look like this. That would be nice!
However, one can also find life beautiful without a partner.
We certainly talk to us sometimes life is beautiful, as a protective facade. We do not of those who are doing much more to be pitied.
So, a durable good life is an illusion.
But one thing this life will always be:
a fantastic life, a life full of wonder, full of wonder, full of mystery, full of adventure, full of surprises.
And that in itself is beautiful.

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Optimist - Pessimist



In my youth I was with my friends as an optimist, a hopeless optimist who wants to improve the world. In addition, they found me still very naive. I thought I was still firmly believe that the good would always prevail. I was firmly convinced that a firm will and persistence to overcome any difficulty. Each!
Pretty naive, is not it?
Yes, I had a dream to change this world to improve. I was so busy trying to think about what everything would be different, what must be done and how it should be made to ensure that the present problems I despised.
I impatiently waited for the day when I would leave the school behind me. I wanted to act. The school prevented me of it. Waste of time. And then finally it was time. The school was what. I could breathe again and start the real life of which I had dreamed. Only you will forgive me, I had to catch only once, only a brief moment. I myself will surely stayed a little too long and was suddenly overwhelmed by real life. I needed money. So first of all made money. And, to make good measure, I also love intervened. I went into a spin and did not quite know where the start Improve the world. When I look at the goals of my youth called to mind, I felt increasingly clear that everything should again be reconsidered. be clarified. The core must be emerged.
But, but, the whole thing was done. Only at that point I had no time to do so. I had now two children and the family demanded their rights. Well, it is understood that any reasonable person. And so the essence of my ideas was getting smaller and smaller.
I admitted Finally, just as I had wished it was not possible to change the people and the world. In a world in which the fight man against man starts at work, I had no chance.
With so much selfishness, envy and hate, the best in a difficult position I was pessimistic. Hoped for nothing, believed in nothing and doubted everything.
Damn thought I to myself, what have you but had to wise friends. They knew at a young age, as this world goes. While I was still dreaming, they were already grown up. But since I just had my skeptical phase, I began to doubt also that they at a young age so much wiser and world-experienced than me. Were they not rather precocious, had doubts and pessimism over from the adults, not what they had experienced themselves? My
permanent paralyzing doubt my activity. I was interested in nothing more.
But life is movement and change. We must be open-minded about the things that happen around us. Pessimism is in its final consequence of suicide. And for that I was not ready. In my optimism began to drive again small shoots. This world existed now for several thousand years. naive to think the ancestors would not have gone through similar crises. And yet the world had developed slowly but steadily, despite the devastating experience of many distinguished himself from an upward trend, why should I stand there off and slowly it dawned on me: Maybe

growing reality in our the breeding ground of our dreams

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Verse (But not so hopeless?)

the day, "said Fritz, has already succeeded
has sprung from a line in my brain
Where did he come, I can not say for sure
not from the stomach
He was in the brain long on the Lauer
limited by the narrowness of Wall
he lacked the strength to jump
after all, is my brain not young
Blessed be the hour but
today because he sprang from my mouth
Hups, he was out, loud and clear
and ... ..
rhymed even

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Tempora mutantur

past, when the time flew
Was it all analog
today, and is the fatal
Is that only digital

© F. Fröhlich

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It is hopeless!? ?


When I was 71 years old, I leave a note in a newspaper about the statistical age of German women and men and I learned that the average age of today's German man in 76 years content. I was still very optimistic and told myself that you'll make in any case. So I did, mind you, something I hoped. So far so good. I did it. I'm 76 and even beyond that now become 80th I wonder today how I did it. But I did it.
Now it is also a fact that I have since surviving a statistically dead. This is an unpleasant statement and I was wondering what should I hope for?
the time I made a mistake? I set my hope and my expectation is too low? Had it not been wise my expectations and hopes set on 120?
Well, now you can not change I can only hope that the notes a statistician?
When I woke up this morning, I'm me, and I every morning now do, first of all congratulations to the fact that I'm still alive. That is always a big surprise for me because you never know what can happen over night all so. Next is then equal to the disillusionment, I realize, it's all hopeless ..... Well, at least I'm still in the game?
What should I hope for now? At the breakfast, which will now inevitably take place? Now this brings no great surprise. I of course once again in vain hope that the postman finally brings the news that I won the lottery a few million forget the can. Then I wait now for some years. Even the lot of TV lottery has been brought yet. It is hopeless.
The weather also brings nothing new, sometimes the sun shines, sometimes it's stormy, sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows, it's always the same, it is hopeless.
But I still inherent survival instinct and my full bladder to force myself to get up. I'm in the direction of Bath. I'm in such moments, always make sure my wife will follow me. It is generally of slightly diminished determination and takes it down forever grateful that they can take my standing up for the occasion of its rising. Well, now follows the usual routine, put a little water here since a little water, and then off towards the dining table, on which I are always more recently my laptop had to while my wife leafs through the newspaper, get me the latest news on the Internet. This is primarily the protection, I do have confirmation that the earth still turns and I'm really still in the process.
But they also know it is hopeless, every day, the statistically overdue murders, earthquakes, tornadoes, terrorists, train crashes, plane crash, and the eternal politician "Bla, Bla,
Then come with me, but on hope. The quiet hope that my one of my friends to whom I sent an e-mail, has responded. This is a moment that I ever consciously hinauszögere something because I have retained in the depths of a small glimmer of hope, although I know that since there is this modern means of communication, the response has deteriorated significantly.
so I read only to me to get the voltage, the eternally boring political statements and decisions and so-clever comments of the opposition and the President's solutions.
It's always the same, it is hopeless.
If I have reached my morning low point and was on the verge of a depression, then, then I try a heroic approach of hope my received e-mails to open.
shit, it's hopeless, again, nobody answered. Everything just Advertising. What are they thinking while taking an old man of 80 years, all hope.
I look up and my wife sees in my eyes now, what's going on: "Again, no answer"
"No, but I hope that you sleep well?"
"Yes I have!"
"I'm happy"
They usually say, "Do not worry, there you will still have the hope of tomorrow."
It is hopeless, she remains an optimist.

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laughter can kill

David and Goliath!

one day met a mouse on a lion.
"Did I at last," she snapped and sent himself up in putting on their hind legs.
" Today, your hour has struck. Say your last prayer, in a few seconds I will devour you. I thirst for your blood! "
For seconds, the lion was speechless at so much audacity, but he could not contain himself and laughed and laughed and laughed and had finally died laughing.
"Pity the mouse sighed disappointed, an honest fight would have preferred.

© F. Fröhlich

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laughter

The health insurance constantly complain that they grow the costs over the head. I must conclude from this that the people are too often ill.
Now you say: laughter is healthy. I think
I am an interesting thing on the track: Laughter is healthy, because it trains the heart muscle. And ... We have to laugh because anything at all? I can laugh for some time, only about my own nonsense. To laugh is primarily a general willingness to be an unloaded perhaps with a dose of ignorance.
We know but too much, are too well informed. We know for example that our earth goes down so radically that we will put the laughter in the throat.
The long list of daily disasters may cause us no more compassion, it is enough to more than a theatrical horror. Our overworked soul has no place more for real pain.
wines we can not long ago.
100 deaths, 200, 1000 can we handle this at all? If we were just trying to process the related suffering superficial, we would end up with security in the mental hospital.
concern are expressed in a superficial "That's terrible."
We paddle in the shallow waters daily risk our feelings then.
now I'm seriously any evil that makes me laugh spontaneously, because maybe somewhere just now occurred an earthquake or a bus plunged down a slope, or a plane crashes, a family man his family killed?
How can you laugh at such a moment or joke?
I must now apologize. 3 minutes to get the next message.
.... and then if anything bad happened, I'll read on the Internet what the federal government right now is planning so perhaps I can amuse the little one?

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Dürretag

My thoughts are moving, clumsy, drunken elephants

as the parched savannah
my originality.
Now and then a heavy rain falls
he lets the grass shoot up and brings

rarely seen in great variety to the fore. The wings
my thoughts.
light, like floating the seed of a dandelion
them, prancing, high above the grass.
Today is Dürretag