Er ist der Martin

Thank you 38 to Uncle Ranny who called and made me laugh last night, as he always does. 39 and 40 to Uncle Mickey and Aunt Carol who are supporting me by spreading the word about the novel in progress Until Infinity at www.textnovel.com written under the pseudonym Mary Dix. If you haven't checked it out yet, please do. Thanks!

The main theme of the blog is Martin Lindner, candidate #5 in the thank you roll. He enlightened me yet again this week. For an engineer, he's got remarkable interpersonal skills, insight and a clear, gentle, positive attitude. I learned a lot from him. In a single conversation. And when we walked out the door he held it and made some other people smile as they passed through. He's an excellent friend to have. And more than that, he's a caring human being. Yay! He's good at what he does. Orignally an expert on industrial marketing, he took a sidestep to help out an acquaintance in the language field. Which is where we met, and what a blessing that has been.

Es ist soviel passiert diese Woche, ich kann es kaum in Wörtern fassen. Aber alles ist gut und wird nur noch besser. Meine Welt verändert sich, Schritt für Schritt und ich kann Wunderbares erahnen. Hurra! Ich bin von liebevollen hilfsbereiten Menschen umgeben und kann meine Fähigkeiten dort einsetzen, wo sie gebraucht werden. Was kann ein Mensch sich mehr wünschen als das?
Euch alles Gute und schönes Wochenende.

Homeless/ Obdach

Thanks 36 and 37 to Lewis and Charles at the Institute4Languages. They taught me to take my lessons off the page last year, and I haven't held back since. The best teachers are the one who free you. At least the best teachers for me are. Other good teachers are the ones I need to rebel against, for they often teach me things they themselves do not know.

I had a lesson in blogging this morning. It reminded me how wonderful some people are at providing useful information and inspiration. I'm not so good, perhaps, at useful things. That's why I haven't set up a web page yet. I have nothing concrete to offer. Nothing to sell. Least of all myself. But I'm grateful for the faithful folks who follow my stories, send me postcards, or threaten to drop in.
I'm not so interested in making a name for myself, or going extra miles and I don't need to achieve much in life any more. I like where I am, even if it's cold today. Thank God for central heating and enough money to pay my bills. Some people live under the bridge in Hamburg. I hope they can keep warm tonight.

Eigentlich war es anders geplant. Doch der heutige Blog geht sein eigener Weg. Oder ist es 'das' Blog? Egal. Möge kein Mensch heute abend frieren müssen. Und ein gesegnetes Wochenende wünsche ich Euch allen.

Ooops/ Schuldig

Thank you 26 goes to Marina Marinova who offered me work at the Verein für berufliche Weiterbildung. 27 and 28 to Ludolf Schnittger and Simon Marshall of the same language and computer training school for marvellous first experiences, their creatively executed 10th anniversary celebration, a really liberating grammar lesson and thanks (29, 30, 31, 32, 33) to my new colleagues Jean, Birte, Harald, Heike, and Carsten, (34, 35) and Andrea and Julia in the office for helping me settle in.

Does anyone follow this blog? I don't know. In a way, it doesn't matter. It's my musing on a breeze, like a bird chirping, or sometimes, maybe, like the stuff that comes out the other end. At any rate, I write on a whim. I write as my heart dictates. There's no regularity, no obligation. I was so busy doing other wonderful things, I forgot the blog for two whole weeks. Shriek!

I'm glad I can report to the universe, or to you, if you read it. And, oops, sorry if anyone was expecting a regular installment. It's not that I don't care. I love the thought of someone sharing this blog experience. But there's absolutely nothing regular about me. And that, perhaps, is the beauty of it.

O Schreck! Es sind bald drei Wochen seit dem letzten Eintrag. Verfolgt denn irgendjemand dieses Blog? Falls ja, bitte entschuldige mich, denn ich wollte Euch weder vernachlässigen noch beleidigen. So bin ich halt, mal hie mal da...und ich glaube bei der Intensität des Informationsflusses heutzutage ist manchmal ein bisschen Schweigen gar nicht so schlimm. Oder?

Frohe Herbsttage! (Oder ist es doch schon Winter?)