I was nominated for a blog award by ‘vickyandherdogs’ ( https://vickyandherdogs.wordpress.com) and thus being saved from thinking up something interesting for my blog this afternoon.

Thank you Vicky.

The nice thing about blog awards is that you have to answer questions about yourself, or, as with this award,  share some facts about yourself. Like most people I have some narcisstic traits, and love talking about myself.

So, here are 7 facts about myself:

  1. I would never get an award for being a good housewife. To start off with, I hate doing laundry. I feel it is the most tedious job possible, and I don’t like ironing either. I am glad we have some rooms in the cellar where I can hide all the unwashed towels and sheets and the piles of T.Shirts and stuff waiting to be ironed. There are some other things I loathe doing around the house, but I will not get into it, after all I want to make a nice impression on you.
  2. I don’t much like clothes shopping, even though I do like dressing well. I shop when I have to, but it wouldn’t occur to me to browse through department shops and boutiques just for fun. The sizes never seem right, and the mirrors in these changing cabins are merciless.
  3. I am a bugger for cosmetics. Creams and lotions and all things smelling good appeal to me. When I am late for work it is usually because I spent too much time in the bathroom, but then at least I am relaxed and feeling good. There is nothing wrong with looking after oneself, is there?
  4.  I find it impossible to resist good food. I love eating and enjoy trying new foods, either in ethnic restaurants or by trying out recipes. At the same time I like traditional food, especially cooked by my mother, and I like old cookbooks. It’s amazing how our daily food is influenced by fashions and trends.
  5. I have  a terribly spoiled terrier-mix thatis annoying the neighbors by barking at anyone passing by. The mailman and her have had rather unpleasant encounters and he refuses to enter the ground when she is outside. However, I love her and consider her my very best friend.
  6. Since my last birthday I am closer to sixty than to fifty, and I don’t mind at all. It is nice to have grown-up children. Also, I found, it is not that you stop having fun and enjoying life when you get older, it is just that you start liking and enjoying different things than at twenty or thirtyfive.
  7. I enjoy reading thrillers. I just finished the triology by Erik Axl Sund, and can recommend it for anyone who is able to take  storys with some very evil twists. Strangely enough these kind of novels seem to appeal to a lot of my colleagues, all of them being either psychologists, social workers or therapists. When talking about books during lunch break not so long ago, we found that most of us have been reading  thrillers with a lot of gruesome murders and other dreadful things occuring in them. I wonder whether it could be related to the kind of job we do? Warding of aggressive impulses, perhaps?

So, writing this definitely helped forgetting about the wet, cold, grey weather that is not inviting at all.

Thank you for reading this. And here are the rules for this award

A) Show the award on your blog.
B) Thank the person who nominated you.
C) Share seven facts about yourself.
D) Nominate 15 blogs
E) Link your nominee’s blogs & let them know.

Even though I follow many blogs, I find it difficult to nominate 15 writers, who have neither received this blog before and accept awards and are writing about many different ,  so there are only six links on my list.

Here are the nominees: 








If water is life, is life like water?

Water is life. What, if my life was water? What would I be? A small pond, deep, dark, covered with pretty water lilies? A big lake in the mountains, deep blue, cool and majestic? A fjord, part of the sea and still a special being of my own? Or would I be one of the many smaller lakes, people enjoy bathing in in the summer?

Actually, I hope I would be a river, as a river moves on, changing its form and size as it is meandering its way through changing landscapes.

Every river starts somewhere as a small well, often only a trickle of water, turning slowly into a small streamlet.  Some of these rivulets soon join others and together they form a bigger river. Some continue growing until they are big mighty rivers, serving men as way of transportation. A few of them are famous. Some are so mighty that they form a landscape of their own by growing side arms. Other streamlets remain narrow, some of them terribly delightful, with plenty of turbulences and waterfalls, flowers blooming at their sides.

Often rivers have to take in a lot of snow water or rain and can threaten the safety of others for a while. Later, these same rivers  bring fertility to the land they flow through. A river can be both good and bad at the same time.

Some rivers and streams have sad fates, being turned into canals or straightened. They are not allowed to be their natural selves. Even though it is not their choice, they adjust to the wishes of others and are forced into a corset, leading a life not determined by themselves but by rules, restrictions and force. They have hardly any current until they are allowed to flow freely again.

Flowing fast, having currents some rivers have a lot of temperament and energy, while others are more placid, calm or even a bit lazy. Some of it depends on the area they are born into, a river born in the mountains will behave differently than one developing in the flats of North Germany, but still, every stream, no matter how big, is also shaping the land it flows through.  A river both gives and takes.

When the cold comes, most rivers form ice only at their edges, giving them a picturesque and beautiful look, a certain sharpness and danger.  However, on the rare occasions when it gets extremely cold, the whole surface can be covered by ice. Then there seems to be standstill and the river seems lifeless. It is good to know that ice is always just on the surface. Beneath the ice the current is still running. Many human lives know such phases, too. Times of sadness, hopelessness, when life seems to be standing still and when they feel  emotionally dead.

Periods of heat can dry rivers out. The water is low then, the river is becoming smaller, losing its energy. Who doesn’t know such phases in life, being burnt up by daily duties, giving what energy you have to those who need or demand it, until you seem to be almost empty.

The times of ice and the times of steam will pass. Eventually it will get warmer and the ice will melt.  A river having lost most of its water to the heat will get its energy back once the evaporated water comes down as rain. What remains is water  and a river flowing on, changing its course now and then, making bends, finding its way through different landscapes, sometimes being a calm little river, sometimes a big stream, sometimes full of currents, at other time flowing quietly,  but in the end all rivers and streams will end up in the sea, becoming one with a water bigger than themselves.

 This was written for the weekly writing challenge: <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/ice-water-steam/”>Ice, Water, Steam</a>