Domestic stuff, light and dark

[wiseheart]

One of my former classmates of ten years died in December from brain aneurysm... whatever it is. *looks at ithilwen hopelessly*

She was a teacher, too. She went to work one day, like always, and within the hour, she was dead. Just like that. The e-mail announcing her funeral haven't even reached me. I'v only learned about it three days ago. Well... it seems it's our turn now.

On a lighter note, I've baked walnut muffins with apples and cranberries yesterday. It's a recipe I found in the book "Muffins and Pogatchas" I got from Mum for my birthday... and it's fantastic! I'm determined to try out all recepies without coconuts, poppy seeds and dates, which we both hate. The rest lookes very promising.

Got back to work on "The Web of Darkness" a bit. I so hope to finish that story, soon. Before I end like my classmate one day, leaving a huge backlash of unfinished stories behind.

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[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I dunno, perhaps. Gehirnblutung, by the way. Blüte is a flower... now that I think of it, considering the strange things some people's brains produce, perhaps we could talk about a flowering brain.

What would the English language be without us, non-native speakers to enrich it? *g*

[rcfinch.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I did it again... putting umlauts where they don't belong (and, though not nearly as often, the other way around). I used to call a certain piano piece by Schumann which I played as a teenager "Einsame Blümen". I don't think anything can be made of that.