What a week ... Did I ... or was it longer?
It was a lot going on, but nothing earth shattering. 'm Back from Cincinnati and I feel quite humble. Actually, we should (Kurt is going down on Sunday) to travel back until today. I voluntarily give away any day I can spend with the family of my daughter determined. I was sick on Sunday and we have therefore decided for a premature return. Now, after finishing the housework, I'm sitting around talking and instead I can only bark. (Disturbing but not write in). Family bronchitis, it was time to visit again my lungs. The little nieces, sinusitis, arrived a few days earlier for camping. They lay siege to distribute and enjoy their Existence in all available cavities of my skull.
However, Weather-wise it would have been better to drive today. We were reached in just 150km from Cincinnati, because we were surprised by a remarkable freezing rain, which eventually turned into sleet and then to snow. Ui-jui-jui ... this was a spectacle! true
jerk jerking the vehicles covered with a layer of ice. We had to stop on the highway to the windshield to free the ice.
Here a passing car, so you have a small idea. 
Temperatures are from 11 º Plus at 8 º like negative! I've seen a lot in my life, but never have so many accidents! Everything was represented, and the small carriage, the large SUVs, trucks to transport new cars (duh), just everything! Some stood around the wrong side of the road, others have embraced the barriers, and partially buried in the ditch. This play was from Piqua to Detroit (USA). Thanks to Kurt's very careful driver, we are healing, but arrived with plenty of late in Canada. Actually I could have done a lot of photos to post them here. But first, I felt not so good, did not even thought of the camera, secondly, I do not want to be so sensational reporter at the expense of others.
I think in that situation, one should be grateful that we ourselves are not the victim. And, at this point, a small free "feel-good advice," if you put the next time stuck in traffic (not that I wish). Just think; "I can consider myself lucky to be stuck in traffic and not only caused him to have"! bet that your having such a thought, and with a slight smile on his face, the next predicament storage junction causes behind you! (I'm looking forward to your reports!)
Nevertheless, I had a super nice (almost) week at Sonia, Scot and my cute grandson. Thank you in Cincinnati for this beautiful day!
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I turn now to answer the comment of the last entries.
As for my renewed ring, Yes, I really would have the ring to do in its original form, as a later comparison. But the excitement I forgot about it! Here I got another photo, the three days was done before. One can see that, at least, was that he was so great that I wore it on the index finger. 
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over growing old! Yes my life, where fangema for there to? ... And anyway, with a bottle of champagne in one hand and, a cigar in the other hand ... who does not want to die like that!
humor is just really, if man / woman laughs anyway. But still, I put a portion earnest in my post the other day. But now it is time! Nevertheless, and alone, only humans count! Man / woman makes himself old, either because we are plugged into the famous "drawer", or ... we sit inside yourself!
I really have no problem with the aging process (only with the young staying) ... no, seriously, I have never hesitated or adorned me to state my real age. It is even on my profile here in the blog. It's not that I skipped my "youth", or a few years in the prime of life in prison, or even been sick a long time ... no, I can not complain really. Had indeed a very eventful life and can say that I certainly have a lot more experienced and seen, as others in their 90ties. Though, and you can believe me, everything has two sides! But, I am grateful for my life and especially for my health! Oops ... I do think that my current and uninvited Guests will soon creep ...
Maybe our time is in the upper age, less and less. She runs faster and faster like this, but it (he), we live much more intense. We take small things (and big things even more), much more true. We have our duty, for which we are here on earth fulfilled. We slip past it is no longer alive, we should enjoy it. Life is a gift!
But no matter male or female, who does not look good? But I would rather call it "attractive". Just another "attractive" as a young age. For me, a question attractiveness of care. And indeed without suffering! Therefore, I do my "soup" of something delicious, I do not want anything else. Well ... so all that's right now ... not because it was definitely not the goblins, if it comes from here and there in the morning on the floor beside my bed ... we see 
... always go there, I consider something like a "food combining" a; eat the cabbage soup, I separated from my candy! But my big secret (which is as of this moment no more) is: my motto, the more cabbage soup, the more I can candy! The same applies to the sweetener in the tea. (Coffee, . Eh no)
Oh,'ve almost forgotten, an (old) people with an (old) to compare tree has what. But somehow strong imagination Challenging ... I mean, I also prefer to look at an old tree and messed up as a young geradgewachsenen. But a tree is a tree, and moves more than four times a year. He has no cheese feet, he does not stink even if it has not rained for a long time, he growls, flamed pupst, burps and moans about not, he does not always go to the doctor because of leaks and has no teeth to fall out it can. And not to mention the perfect flowers and bees to transport and although he drops dead. It works even without bees, a little wind and the pollination is scratched ... Where once an old man in the wind, waiting for what happens ...
man / woman should spend less time worrying about the fact that they are old, but more about the as they grow old.
really are, and generally only the three "L's" is important;
life, love and laughter. Nothing is so simple and nothing is so hard!
Otherwise, I can tell at this point and with much pride, my jeans and aircraft (almost) all the other clothes fit again! And the latest, if I Santiago go will probably be one or the other safety pin are needed, to keep my pants on the hips!
Now we come to the climax of the entry. Oh yes, that's only because you have all your comments so nice and above all, thank you that you have mitgefreut so beautiful to me.
A poem! Actually, I'm not at all like the poetry man ... at this point make clear that I am not a pessimist. I oute only as an optimist with experience!
But yes, the poem is actually not a poem, more a wisdom. And although I got it as a comment by MONRE. Thank you dear MONRE, but your poem / wisdom is great and too special to go under as a comment. It is easy fit!
You are as young as your confidence.
youth is not a stage of life,
it is a state of mind.
It is momentum of the will, the alertness
fantasy
strength of feeling,
victory of courage over cowardice,
triumph of adventure over the inertia.
No one gets old, because he has
launched a number of years behind.
It is just old,
to say goodbye to his ideals.
wrinkles Over the years, Skin,
the abandonment of enthusiasm wrinkles the soul, however.
worry, doubt, lack of self confidence, fear and hopelessness
,
are the long, long years
draw the head to the ground and the upright spirit
bow in the dust.
lives Whether seventy or seventeen,
in the heart of every human
longing
of the Miraculous,
the uplifting surprise
the sight of the eternal stars
and eternal thoughts and things
the fearless daring
the insatiable childlike voltage ,
which may bring the next day,
the exuberant joy and love of life.
You are as young as your Confidence
as old as your doubt,
young as your hope, as old as your despair
.
long as their messages
The beauty, joy, boldness,
size, power from the earth, man and the infinite
your heart, as long as you're
young.
Albert Schweitzer
really says it all ... now in retrospect, could have saved myself I write.
Greetings and see you again in your blogs!
enemy # 1 with fur 
enemy with fur # 2 
With patience and a long time "on the toilet window quite stand still," I have the shy guy get in front of the lens. 
Reminds me somehow of us humans. I mean the persecutors, not the victim. The little one definitely do not think, "Oh God, what am I only a poor little piggy 
