Again

'tho it's been only a few years since I last shared something on here this thing is far from alive and kicking. The plan is: It's going to change. Giving it a new design might help. I'm looking for a decent background-pic, too.

Considering the fact that this blog is an attempt at keeping in touch with the past a few years don't matter. Considering the fact that some of my friends have died those past few years and none of the remaining is getting any younger I maybe should speed things up a little.

Spring

Sitting at the table with the door open to the garden... it's spring outside, finally. Not that winter was very long this time. I guess it never is. After a while you get used to it. I wouldn't want to miss it. Not winter, not spring, not summer, not fall. I love seasons. People bitching about the weather make me want to kick their asses. What good does complaining about the weather do? As the saying goes: There's no bad weather, there's only bad outfits. Or something.