A few weeks ago we had to make the decision every pet owner dreads:
We had to call the vet for the last visit. Our little girl, Kalalassie’s Cookie Mc Collie, was very sick, and it was time for us to say Good Bye.
I surely am not the most confident person walking the earth. As a matter of fact, I doubt myself more often than not. It probably isn’t an entirely bad habit to consider that you yourself might have made a mistake and I highly appreciate it with other people as well.
But there are times, actually there are a lot of times, when it really gets in my way. Continue reading “Talking about Fear”
In the beginning of February, we spent a week of vacations at the Belgian coast. We had planned to spend a quiet week with the family, including long walks at the beach, famous Belgian fries, waffles and chocolate.
We did have all of those; but we also found something so much more important and almost unbelievable: We found my great-grandfather. Continue reading “In Flanders Fields”
Occasionally, I love spending a few hours at one of my favorite coffee shops. Yeah, I admit it’s usually one of our few Starbucks here in Munich.
I just love the atmosphere. People working quietly, others enthusiastically discussing ideas or projects.
It probably is one of the most international places in town.
When I get stuck with a project, an idea, when I feel I’m lacking inspiration, that’s where I go.
I doodle, enjoy my cappuccino, write. And most of the times it works.
One of my passions: My smooth collies. Sometimes they can be a pain in the neck. They want to play. Go outside. Eat. Their hair is everywhere. They take up lots of space in the car and going away for the weekend can turn into an organizational nightmare.
But all in all.. They are family. They are the ones to welcome you enthusiastically even if you only went to the grocery store around the corner. When you are sick they keep you company. Quietly! And they usually are the ones who make you smile even if you really don’t feel like it. They force you to go outside even though you don’t want to and more often than not it feels so good afterwards!
They live every moment and enjoy life as it is. I believe that’s something to be learned.
The Taxifisch came about in resemblance of the memorable Babelfish of Douglas Adams’ Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I very often unintentionally ended up in the position of being the intermediary between techies and “normal” people and actually grew to love the place.
The “Taxi” stands for either the taxi, the cab, or the verb “to taxi”. Both reflect movement, reaching a desired position.
Since it’s origin is in German the spelling is the spelling of the German word for “fish”.
And that’s how little rosy fish came about.