Wie angekündigt, weckt uns heute morgen die Sonne. Irgendwie habe ich das Gefühl, dass das Thema Sonnenenergie für Torgit zu einer Challenge wird. Ich möchte kuscheln, Sie die Solartasche aufbauen. – Die Klügere gibt nach, würde Torgit sagen. – Dass ich deshalb am Abend ein schlechtes Gewissen habe, habe ich zu diesem Zeitpunkt nicht erahnt. – Denn scheinbar war heute ein guter Tag um Sonne zu tanken. Wir haben unseren bisherigen Rekord gebrochen. Hatten wir an Nikolaus 530 Wh, so haben wir es heute sogar auf stolze 580 Wh geschafft. Torgit geht jetzt davon aus, dass wir eine sechs vorne geschafft hätten. – Demnächst muss ich wahrscheinlich auch noch auf Sex verzichten, um 6 zu erlangen. Was waren das noch für Zeiten, als Strom so einfach aus der Steckdose kam. – Doch wenn ich höre, dass in europäischen Staaten wieder die Forderung gestellt wird, Kernkraft als grünen Strom anzuerkennen, kann ich dieser nur mit Sarkasmus entgegen treten. Wie hieß es schon in den 80er „Atomstrom ist lustig, er strahlt immer“. – Doch zurück zum Solarstrom.
I was aware that we achieve slightly better values in Portugal than in Germany. But I would never have thought it possible that we would exceed the manufacturer's figures for midsummer. Because the sun is relatively flat here too.
Otherwise, we also enjoy the energy of the sun for ourselves. My morning ritual of first taking a dip in the Atlantic is nothing new. But when Torgit does yoga today, I'm suitably motivated to do something again. - Sit-ups, press-ups, squats, planks and various stretching exercises. - Afterwards, I go bike hunting, i.e. to Lidl. Yes, there's something like that here too. - On the way back, I meet up with Anja and Micha. - Micha has just come back from cutting asparagus. - There is actually wild green asparagus here. I had the opportunity to try it a few days ago. - Simply delicious. Maybe he'll tell me exactly where he can find it when he gets the chance.
Then it's time for the hammock. We decide to have our breakfast in the hammock - at around 2:30 p.m. it's probably safe to call it a late breakfast. So we sit, with lambskin on our backs, and have a leisurely breakfast. A group of hikers pass by and are visibly irritated by the sight.
As I ponder a little, I realize that every year, after the end-of-year conference, the topic of gifts has been at the forefront. I always based my selection on a poem by Joachim Ringelnatz....
„Schenke groß oder klein,
but always dignified.
When the recipients weigh the gift,
let your conscience be clear.
Give heartily and freely.
Give as a gift,
what lives within you
in opinion, taste and humor,
so that your own joy beforehand
you will be richly rewarded.
Give with spirit without cunning.
Be mindful,
that your gift -
Du selber bist.“
Nicht selten war diese Zeit der „Besinnlichkeit“ weniger besinnlich, als geplant. – Denke ich zum Beispiel an die Präsente, die wir Jahr für Jahr für Mitarbeiter unseres Partnerunternehmens ausgesucht haben, wurde es Jahr für Jahr schwieriger es allen recht zu machen, sowie den o.g. „Grundsätzen“ treu zu bleiben. – Gestern habe ich z.B. über das Motivationsbuch FISH berichtet. – In einem Jahr haben wir dies jedem Mitarbeiter geschenkt, der mit uns zusammen gearbeitet hat. Da kam ganz schön was zusammen. Vom „kleinen“ Sachbearbeiter bis hin zum Vorstand. Am Ende wurde das Buch am meisten in der sogenannten „Giftküche“, also auf Sachbearbeiterebene gelesen. Es kam zu meiner Freude sehr viel positives Feedback aus Teilen des Unternehmens, welches bei allen Schuldfragen immer wieder in den Fokus kam. – Dabei hätten es die Vorstände, Bereichsleiter & Co. besser auch mal in die Hand genommen. Das ich dieses Buch gerade hier bei den Schmuddelkindern wiederfinde ist eigentlich bezeichnend. (Anm. von Torgit: Wie viele Nächte habe ich mir um die Ohren gehauen und Widmungen in Bücher geschrieben? 60 Stück war die erste Lieferung und wir haben noch Bücher nachbestellt. Die ersten Widmungen konnte man bestimmt noch gut lesen, irgendwann lies dann meine Schrift zu wünschen übrig 😉 )
Today I can just sit back and relax. Although I've always enjoyed giving gifts, this also has its appeal.
But Torgit also seems to be moved by the subject of Christmas...
In einem wunderschönen Artikel von Vabora Yoga aus Bonn über Fülle, Glück und Entschleunigung, auch in Bezug auf Weihnachten, stolpere ich über den Ausdruck „in diesen letzten 2 Wochen“. – Es ist doch nur noch eine Woche bis Weihnachten. Da hat sie sich geirrt. Kann ja mal passieren. Und dann fiel bei mir der Groschen mit solch einer Macht: Es sind noch 2 Wochen bis Jahresende. Für mich war immer Weihnachten deadline und das Maß aller Zeitrechnung. Denn dann endete unser Stress, unser Endspurt. Am 24.12. habe ich die Bürotüre hinter mir geschlossen, und mich entspannt zurückgelegt im Gedanken: Alles ist erledigt. Es gibt nichts mehr zu tun.
Only to start up again in horror: Do we have everything for Christmas? No, of course not. The guilty conscience immediately kicks in. Are the Christmas decorations pretty enough? Could I, should I, should I have made more of an effort? - My neighbor's decorations are much nicer. Why didn't I start preparing earlier? I actually like baking cookies. But when? And who's going to eat them? The new pants are already pinching again. What do I give to whom? I quickly buy a few presents. It's high season for my inner critic. And I have a guilty conscience.
What do we eat at Christmas? It should be something special. You treat yourself to something.
What are we doing and when? Who do we see when? When I was a child, Christmas was all about driving around: lunch at one grandma's, coffee and cake at another grandma's, dinner at great-grandma's. It was always very nice, but also kind of a chore and not without its stresses and strains. There were always arguments on Christmas Eve because everything had to be perfect, everyone had a different idea of how it should be and nerves were on edge.
Please understand, I love my family very much. Not just at Christmas. And Marc and I only argue about trivial things when we do. Our inner children fight in the sandpit over the mold. We always agree on important things. And that's what counts. Perhaps at some point we will create a contemplative Advent season, take time for Christmas and the people we love, without a hectic pace and a guilty conscience. Perhaps we will learn here on our journey that it doesn't always have to be "either - or", either stress in Cologne or peace and quiet on vacation* somewhere else, but can also simply be in Cologne or the center of our lives.
Some news arrives with a delay. - Six days ago, Rolling Stone reported that Bodo Staiger had passed away. - Now some people are probably asking themselves, who is Bodo Staiger? - Some may remember the movie "The Fan" with Desirée Nosbusch in the leading role. Bodo Staiger played the male lead, R, a pop star, in this German horror film. Not knowing the movie is no shame, even Bodo didn't see the end. The connection with Marius Müller-Westernhagen certainly doesn't ring a bell either. The two played in a school band with the illustrious name Harakiri Whoom. Nevertheless, there are reasons to know him.
„Auftakt, im Takt, im Viertakt, soll es klingen“
Correct - triadic dimensions are tactful, light play impressions are colorful. - Hue, semitone and synchronous vibrations.
Bodo Staiger was the head of the Düsseldorf band Rheingold. - 1981- I was thirteen and had my first stereo system. - Nobody had thought of Dolby Surround yet. Instead of computer games, there were video games, e.g. Activision Tennis for the Atari 2600 games console - if there was one song that fitted the times, it was this one. - rest in peace.
„Ausklang, Abgang, Sequenzen, ohne Grenzen“
Life goes, life comes. - What comes is news that makes this day something very, very, very, very, very special. My youngest nephew Tim's daughter was born today. - Congratulations to Majda, his wife and him. - But above all, congratulations on the brilliant choice of name. Emily Sophie. The fabulous world of the Spirit of Ecstasy. ? Naming your daughter after a legendary radiator figure is not cool, it's cooler.
„Lichtspielimpressionen sind farbvoll.“
The genes cannot be denied, the child looks too much like his grandfather, my brother-in-law Achim. - Knowing Majda's family, photos proving the maternal line will soon appear. I'm looking forward to it.
The fresh air, the energy of the waves, makes me sleepy - suddenly I'm dozing off. When I wake up again, it's already cooled down noticeably. Time to put everything away again and do the dishes. Because of course there are also such mundane things to do here. Later we sit in Hector. We are cooking. We're having pasta again. It's funny how we never get tired of them. Sometimes I feel like it's done something to me that I was conceived under the Italian sun.
Ps: By the way, we discovered the van in today's start picture at the VW dealer. Note the Christmas safety regulations, with fire extinguisher in the background.
*I'll have to explain to Torgit on occasion that this is no longer a vacation. - This is our life.
Insight of the day: Life, bad news and good news. The mixture determines satisfaction.
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