A BAD START IN THE DAY

Some days you better stay in bed and wait until the day is over. Yesterday was such a day for me, at least in the morning. Afternoon I didn't move to avoid other troubles.

It was the day of my painting course, so in a joyful mood I got in my car and when I was just at the corner, I wasn't sure if I had closed the garage door, I couldn't get this idea out of my head so I made a U-turn went back to the house and found the garage door closed. Reassured I drove to my course. During the short trip I heard my horoscope on the radio and it promised me a lucky and happy day.

When I arrived I wanted to take my painting stuff and realized that I had forgotten it while I had put on my shoes in the basement. I pronounced a word of 5 letters in french and 4 in English starting whith sh... got in my car and looked for my mobile, just to call my teacher and tell what happened and that I would be a little late.

I turned my purse upside down, which wasn't that easy my purse has 5 zips and compartments. Result : no mobile. Again the word with 5 or 4 letters and I hurried home as quick as traffic and speed limit allowed.

First I looked for my mobile and did thorough searching like the police in a crime story but couldn't find it. Finally I called myself on the mobile and heard it ringing in the pocked of my parka ! I sighed picked up my painting stuff, got into the car, closed the garage door with the remote control and tried to get back to my course as quick as possible. I took little side streets instead of the fully packed main street, but when I arrived at the church, there was just a funeral cortage coming out with many many cars which also wanted to avoid the main street !

I had no choice I had to stop and let the cars go by one by one, with crying people inside. And this early morning, an idal start in the day. I followed the cortege at 20 km/h (12 miles) and my blood pressure went up to 180 ! As soon as I could get out of the cortege I took a little street, got completely lost and had to put my GPS on to guide me safely to my painting course, where I finally arrived 45 min late ! Everybody asked me where I had been, because some had seen me when I first arrived and then drove back, except the one who kept the account for our membership fees, she asked me if I had thought about the money. And of course I hadn't thought of it at all !

Moral of the story, never believe in horoscopes !

SHOW & TELL FRIDAY

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This time I have something special to show you.

I was looking for a photo and stumbled over this album. It belonged to my parents and I had taken it with me when I had to empty their house, but had never really had a look into it ever since.



It is an album showing my parents in 1940 when they were not yet married but apparently spend there holidays together (what a scandal !)



I knew that my mother made little drawings from time to time when she wrote a letter to me, but I never knew that she was quite talented and made already kind of scrap booking more then 65 years ago ! So the so said new scrap booking existed already in my mothers generation, only it had no name.



Here she is 22 and feeds a little deer. The trouble is, I can't read at all what she has written because she wrote in the old German writing, the gothic.



The only thing I can really read are the dates. I wasn't born yet



I think she must have given up drawing when the war ended and the struggle of surviving and getting food kept her more then busy. Even later, I never saw my mother drawing again and she never talked about it either.But I must have inherited some genes otherwise I couldn't paint or draw.