What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander

I can’t help but smile when I think about all the Holiday geese who found their way into our kitchen. Roasted goose with potato dumplings and homemade red cabbage. A feast of the past, today a treat I rarely prepare anymore. It’s not worth the effort I have decided, but the smile on my face tells me otherwise.

The world in pictures during Isolation

Made of plastic, it’s fantastic! Marcio Rodrigues is wearing a mask made out of recycled bottles, cans and cartons. The Brazilian photographer wants to design a suit made out of recycled materials if the quarantine in Brazil will continue.

The Impact of a Stranger

His heart is weakened, he is waiting for a flight home, and I read his blog because I love his writing style. We will never meet, perhaps don’t even read each other’s blogs for too long, yet he had the power to make me change my ways.

Facemasks, Rollercoaster and Life in General

I always joked that I have the loneliest job in the world, which now turns out to be a blessing. I am working on my projects like I normally do -for me, not much has changed. Perhaps the amount of quilting fabric laying around might seem like a disturbance at a place that normally works only with heavy fabrics and leathers.

I get you (not) my Pretty!

I am in self-isolation and allow myself only one hour of news a day. Sadly it doesn’t take more than two minutes to be all confused.

Big news today! No more testing in New York and Los Angeles -the biggest cities in the U.S. by population. Only the healthcare personnel and first-responders are being tested -which I understand. Why we don’t have enough tests available to test everybody. That’s something I will never understand.

Are all Bloggers Narcissists?

It’s not the connection, blogging draws us back because we feel the need to share. We want to show our photos, write our stories. We need the audience. No more quiet diaries or forgotten photo albums, now we share with whoever is willing to read and look. Blogging pets our narcissistic soul. 🙂

That was actually a comment I made, and my blogging friend called me ‘cynical,’ which I took as a compliment because I like being cynical. To me, it means I still have some critical thinking left, sadly I spit it out without any warning -mostly when not expected.

I am not happy, or perhaps I am?

I’m not happy. I feel a genuine sense of heartbreak every single day. A lot of it has to do with me being hyper-observant and somewhat intelligent. Not meaning to toot my own horn, but there’s a threshold, I believe, where too much knowledge, too much awareness, too much understanding makes it literally impossible to attain a state of happiness.

The Stars are too bright!

Just recently I left a rare 5-star review for an electronic fruitfly trap, which I had bought when I feared I would lose all my marbles when all the fruit flies and gnats in North America had a meeting at our house.

What kind of people live here?

A woman once came to a town and asked the local sage, “I’m thinking about moving here. What kinds of people live here?”

The sage asked the woman, “What kinds of people live in the town you came from?”

“Where I’m from the people are liars, cheaters, and mean spirited,” the woman responded.

A Fight with a Heart Patient or a Calling I missed.

Being a nurse or caregiver is a calling, a calling I did not receive.

Caretakers are kind and gentle, they are patient and seem to be always in a good mood. I am afraid I am rather the opposite. I am ironic and perhaps a bit sarcastic, and I don’t have a filter between brain and mouth, which is not helpful at all right now.