Friday Flow #51: About “F**k, It’s Friday” And The Blackbird

This afternoon while riding on the bus I was happily looking out the window when I suddenly realized “F**k, it’s Friday!” and I hadn’t prepared my weekly featurette – as it already happened a few times before… I made a mental note to write about something just the minute I’d get back home from training later in the evening…

That was half an hour ago, past 11pm, and I only just remembered it again with a second “F**k, it’s Friday!”… I got a few minutes left to tell you a nice story…

The thing is, just this morning something happened which made me so happy – so happy I felt it was worth sharing here on a Friday Flow issue with you fellow bloggers ❤

This morning while walking to my bus station I heard The Blackbird sing for the very first time this year! It was such a happy, cheerful song – happier than last year (it might also just be another bird^^), but I like thinking that it was the same bird as it was sitting up on the exact same spot on the corner of a balcony railing up on a fifth floor where I usually found it every morning and evening this past summer, greeting me or welcoming me back home. It sounded as if he was just happy to be back here and he was so joyful and lovely that I instantly smiled and listened for a while. It somehow made me feel that everything was going to be alright… ❤

As I know that many of you live in different corners of the earth, I really do hope you’d get to hear the blackbird’s song one day in your life. It is such a cheerful, beautiful song it automatically lifts up your spirits. They usually have an own sort of funny tune to their song – the one in front of the house I grew up in had this funky whistle going sharply up and back down again, dragged on for about two seconds – I used to laugh out loud in my bed at four o’clock in the morning when waking up to his song 🙂 Haven’t heard such a funky one since but they all have their special songs… Here’s a video of a blackbird singing, for those of you who don’t know it:

I hope you enjoy it! Have a lovely weekend ❤

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Friday Flow #50: My Best Mood – Lifting Song For You

Don’t you know that – you feel kinda sad, low, hollow – but then there’s always that one song that makes you forget about all of your troubles and makes your bottom jiggle until you bounce happily on your seat (or around the room?). There are many many songs that lift me up like that, but this particular one has managed to do so quite a lot these past months and I’d like to share that one with you here ❤

I haven’t found anything of the sort on the internet, alas, so I’ll have to be the pirate uploading it 😉 I just do it for the purpose of sharing the joy that song has brought me and will hopefully bring to one or the other reading this. It has this certain melancholy touch but yet is so happy after all… Briefly translated, before the chorus the lad sings

“…we’re lucky there is love, we’re lucky there’s liquor, and we’re lucky there’s the nocturne of Chopin… so let’s sing…”

I specially love the two beats after they finish singing the “lalala”-part, two beats with the synthesizer that makes you want to shake your bottom to one and the other side… 😉 What could ever make you happier than dance and shake your hips and booty 😉 ?

The song is based on Chopin’s Nocturne in F minor (Op. 55 no.1) and taken from a soundtrack of this French movie called “L’incruste” (“the incrust”) – a movie that made me laugh out loud quite a few times. The whole soundtrack is worth a go – it’s truly a soundtrack you could listen to just like that as it is so varied and just put together amazingly. 15/10 I would say 🙂 (have a look at the preview here if you’re interested)

I hope you like the song as much as I do and that it will lift your spirits whenever you feel down ❤

What songs do lift your spirits up when you’re feeling down? Share them here with me, I’d love to listen to them ❤

Friday Flow #49: Keep Calm – Keep Straight!

These days I feel like in a bad movie… I feel like one of those skipjacks that keep bouncing back. You smack them with your fingers – WHOOSH!!! – they seem to fall but stand back up again, a frozen smile on their face.

Last Wednesday I went to have a look at the first flat I found to be reasonable. I was 25 min. early and decided to slowly stroll to the place and maybe have a look at the neighbourhood, killing time… When I got closer to the flat and the entrance, I realized there were at least 30 people waiting there! (WHOOSH!!!)

queue of applicants AFTER I got out of the viewing... Notice the line going up the stairs... PS: queue kept going on for longer on the sidewalk^^
queue of applicants AFTER I got out of the viewing… Notice the line going up the stairs… PS: queue kept going on for longer on the sidewalk^^

So I changed my pace from strolling to rushing to the end of the queue hoping for the best… Behind me, people were adding to the queue by the seconds – I am not kidding you! Ten minutes before the scheduled visiting time the flat owners had mercy with us standing in the cold and opened up the door. I ended up waiting on the staircase somewhere on the way to the flat. After less than three minutes, the first visitors came back down saying there were no application forms left anyhow… (WHOOSH!!!) It was absolutely devastating! I waited patiently though until it was my turn to enter. At least, people behaved and nobody pushed around – the British would’ve been proud to see that!

After that, I went to have a look at another flat which was the complete opposite as the woman was looking for a flatmate and only invited a few applicants to get to know each other. The flat was very charming, gorgeous to say, with a terrace overlooking the old town of Zürich and a gorgeous view to the University. An own balcony overlooking a church – lovely! Just… In the 4th floor with no lift (WHOOSH!!!). Just thinking about moving my mess down my flat and up there made me very, very tired. And what if it doesn’t work out with the lady? ^^

Tired, hungry and full of impressions I went home, stopping by at a Starbucks to treat myself with a cheesecake (what else…^^). Back home I broke into tears, reading a message of The Man’s mother (WHOOSH!!!). I didn’t even feel like eating the cake anymore 😦watermarked-tn_cheesecake

Surfing the internet and looking for more flats I stumbled upon an A-MA-ZING looking bright beautiful flat seemingly right around the corner from where I live now. It seemed to be THE perfect place! As it was latish in the evening I texted the lady to get a viewing appointment. Then, just to make sure as you never know with texts, I e-mailed her as well. By the next day at 1pm I hadn’t heard anything from her, so I went on and called her. She immediately dismissed me, stressed out, saying that she kept getting calls, texts and messages every 10min or so and all the viewing appointments were already taken (WHOOSH!!!). There was nothing to be done, I realized, as she vehemently told me she won’t take any more people into her flat, I shall try back again if the ad was still up in a few days (WHOOSH!!!).

The next flat I visited was also charming and gorgeous, further away but pretty. The lady explained a bit about it (I got through the pre-selection of the visitors and shared the appointment with 7 other applicants) and went on to sum up all the really charming aspects of the flat, which I could all live with. Until she mentioned the one tap in the bathroom with cold water only (WHOOSH!!!)… I just could not live in a place with only cold water to splash on my face every morning! 😦

Back home, The Man keeps nagging and demands we talk, talk, talk… Not understanding I plainly have no energy left to discuss things right now we end up fighting (WHOOSH!!!).

I remember that the search for a flat in Zürich would be a struggle. A battle. That you need nerves for that – galore! I knew I would shed tears and it would take an immense amount of my energy. I barely have any left…

It’s not that I’m utterly picky about the flats. But in another way, I don’t see why I should waste time and energy to move into an ok-flat just to be moving again after a few months… I just don’t have that energy to do so! There are some aspects I am truly looking for, like brightness – that would be a must after three years in a darkish apartment. It is just something I realized gave me a hard time. The last flat I lived in was in the third floor, flooded in light! And I was so happy back then! I learned to listen to my needs now and I want to keep those needs in mind when choosing my next place to live, because I matter!

I need to keep my stuff together, keep calm, and carry on. There are loads of issues going on right now at home (WHOOSH!!!), at work (WHOOSH!!!), with my hobbies (WHOOSH!!!)… All of them suck me up, and I desperately need some time to recharge my batteries… The only thing I keep saying to myself is to keep breathing, straighten myself up like the skipjack and keep going. Sometimes, that’s the only thing you got left to do in order to make it…

 

Repairing Vs. Buying New

My desk lamp made me the honour to give up on its bulb precisely on January 1st 2016. The poor thing… But why oh why did it have to do this to me on that date? I was all motivated and happy to start a new year full of resolutions when she just wouldn’t give me any light…desklamp messy world

By looking at an old picture I found that she’s been working for me for over 11 years now. Good girl! Hard working lass! So I was generous and decided I’d repair the bulb or more like – try to find a new one and replace it. I must say I never had to do that before with such a strange-looking bulb, but it wasn’t hard. It just took me forever.

I had to:

  • unwire the cable of the lamp from the mess down my desk to take it away
  • find a screwdriver tiny enough to open up the glass top
  • take out the bulb without breaking it
  • have a close look at that weirdo thing and try to figure out the name of it. In the end just packed it along^^
  • find a store that would actually sell those things
  • try to figure out if I had the correct one
  • ask a salesperson if it was really the same one because the nose of the bulb looked slightly different
  • find the nerve and time to sit down and start the operation
  • try to insert the new bulb without breaking it
  • curse the salesperson and find out that the nose of the bulb indeed matters because otherwise it’s too long for the glass
  • try to fix the glass on top of that again
  • see if the lamp works again
  • put the lamp back on the desk and find a way to connect it again avoiding the cable mess under my desk

Now, 10 days later, my desktop lamp is back on its spot and we’re both happy to be able to work properly again. Yes, these steps might be blown up a wee little bit by me but you must know – I’m a very (very!) lazy person (note the little picture on the above photograph I even stuck to my wall if you don’t believe me…) And I must also admit that it did cross my mind to just put the poor lamp into a Brocki bag for someone else to fix and just buy a new one, which is not that expensive anyhow…

But that is the problem of most of us – we’re too lazy to deal with repairing things. We rather buy new ones. And now ask yourself where that leads us…^^

Talking about it, let me share another link with you I only shared on my facebook page so far – it shows you great ideas of how to recycle & reuse stuff:

http://www.recyclethis.co.uk/

How about you – do you tend to just trash things or are you a fixer? What do you do to recycle and reuse things? Does it take you long to finally get something fixed as well? Share your stories here with me ❤