tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36288297000810059102024-03-14T18:08:19.272+01:00Hausfrau Hanna BaselHausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.comBlogger3534125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-53271366153859444272024-03-13T10:00:00.000+01:002024-03-13T10:00:22.664+01:00Katzenwache<div style="text-align: center;">Sie bewacht das Auto ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEholVK_gdailVEDmWQD_lsrzIOb3lrAQifHXnzahFPauYWX8-yDwTXizg_aWsQC1XlCtVwytWRl36_UuNz-D07U1UR26DeKTWbi1XVOxS-mIlvQtoxqe0PYIMeN4Owt2bZUY3w3_sGJorb04P_peZ7dJ76tXIf1WbLgJKx7vGk7wkKo5buqwnqskbVFyIYj" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEholVK_gdailVEDmWQD_lsrzIOb3lrAQifHXnzahFPauYWX8-yDwTXizg_aWsQC1XlCtVwytWRl36_UuNz-D07U1UR26DeKTWbi1XVOxS-mIlvQtoxqe0PYIMeN4Owt2bZUY3w3_sGJorb04P_peZ7dJ76tXIf1WbLgJKx7vGk7wkKo5buqwnqskbVFyIYj=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... und sie die Velos! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4wCGPnBIZmZr-LYG4XyGRkGwxWv1wKqIAgiCQIDVK49_zpXHwztILfF9udgVJ4vdcX1hE326zzVkaxOzjhe7FkmrrQAri8z-9VHoRrmdUfKrEq9WTZ9q4TI24mLpIat7mqtuhNpjUdk9TTwl1cLn9W13xo7koyYnlcSeZ908qceXMgt0WUraw22afSL4q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4wCGPnBIZmZr-LYG4XyGRkGwxWv1wKqIAgiCQIDVK49_zpXHwztILfF9udgVJ4vdcX1hE326zzVkaxOzjhe7FkmrrQAri8z-9VHoRrmdUfKrEq9WTZ9q4TI24mLpIat7mqtuhNpjUdk9TTwl1cLn9W13xo7koyYnlcSeZ908qceXMgt0WUraw22afSL4q=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Katzen sind für ein Stadtquartier wichtig!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oder systemrelevant, wie es heute heisst ;)</div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-72958691587003441092024-03-11T10:13:00.003+01:002024-03-11T10:20:29.585+01:00Momo und die Magnolienblüten<div style="text-align: center;">Gestern Sonntag.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vor unserem Hügelspaziergang</div><div style="text-align: center;">gingen wir bei der Quartierskirche vorbei,</div><div style="text-align: center;">um die rosa blühenden Magnolienbäume von ganz nah zu bestaunen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich machte ein paar Bilder.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eine Frau kam mit ihrem Hund vorbei.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Er wedelte freundlich mit dem Schwanz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">als ob er uns begrüssen wollte. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Die Frau erzählte, dass sie täglich hier vorbeikomme</div><div style="text-align: center;">und stets ein Bild mache von den Magnolienblüten,</div><div style="text-align: center;">das sei so schön und stimme sie froh. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich nickte und fragte sie dann,</div><div style="text-align: center;">wie ihr lebhafter, freundlicher Hund heisse.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Momo!" sagte sie.</div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN8w5szPbspLafLbvVI1Py3L0FWBQdxzLCVBNLLCIBVTfV7206Bla0sPWA-A7StTOoPNEMdRHFX1XT9GZKCNq4_nKrRgLh9i8vGGglfHXOVY_HUr19AeRHhf_DYyAtZooolamChIgZwcdsRFZbCq1pOIsNd9WChTxc7lEBtvOOrWtYalr-xQXcQbWlcF6Z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3728" data-original-width="5052" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgN8w5szPbspLafLbvVI1Py3L0FWBQdxzLCVBNLLCIBVTfV7206Bla0sPWA-A7StTOoPNEMdRHFX1XT9GZKCNq4_nKrRgLh9i8vGGglfHXOVY_HUr19AeRHhf_DYyAtZooolamChIgZwcdsRFZbCq1pOIsNd9WChTxc7lEBtvOOrWtYalr-xQXcQbWlcF6Z=w400-h295" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">PS. Das Rosa der Magnolienblüten und Momos Freundlichkeit <span style="text-align: center;">begleiteten uns beim Spaziergang über den Hügel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;">PPS. Selbst der einsetzende Regen veränderte unsere gute Laune nicht - </span><span style="text-align: center;">wir zogen, weil wir den Schirm zuhause vergessen hatten - einfach die Kapuze tief ins Gesicht...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-69964203237937592412024-03-10T10:19:00.008+01:002024-03-10T10:20:46.856+01:00Sich einlullen lassen...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ninna, nanna, schlaf mein Liebes!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/JXexUyozOqg?si=BhlbuPoOHJg8PCPN" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/JXexUyozOqg/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>PS. </div><div>"Jetzt wird ein Ninna gemacht!" tönte es damals,</div><div>wenn die Mutter für sich etwas Zeit brauchte und</div><div>wir Kinder ein Mittagsschläfchen halten mussten...</div><div><br /></div><div>PPS. </div><div>Mit diesem sanften Wiegen- und Schlaflied </div><div>wünsche ich allen einen schönen Sonntag</div><div>Hausfrau Hanna</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-31063437784110252872024-03-08T08:59:00.003+01:002024-03-08T09:00:07.804+01:00Wecklied...<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Im Ahorngeäst </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>gurren Stadttauben ihr Lied -</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Strophe für Strophe.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMiJ5hAYlc2TZUGH-jGxy36XGIx7xUxN9bhmu2grjU8coyVywYUy_zT2J6sZwHfmU-Fzsjz1ztPeVgQdlYBwkeNODvy48wgm_RtUDXVswFSaqLieBJ7CPNYz7qXkg7pJV2pW0RHrN-Ja0uwLy0gtZix60B1Fh0CnQglxWb0UlwUEh3FuUSApn72R9nJ8TG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2670" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMiJ5hAYlc2TZUGH-jGxy36XGIx7xUxN9bhmu2grjU8coyVywYUy_zT2J6sZwHfmU-Fzsjz1ztPeVgQdlYBwkeNODvy48wgm_RtUDXVswFSaqLieBJ7CPNYz7qXkg7pJV2pW0RHrN-Ja0uwLy0gtZix60B1Fh0CnQglxWb0UlwUEh3FuUSApn72R9nJ8TG=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br />PS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Und das bereits seit dem frühen Morgen...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-23115037185157899162024-03-07T10:21:00.001+01:002024-03-07T10:21:18.850+01:00Leseheiterkeit<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nein, dieses von der Buchhandlung </div><div style="text-align: center;">so schön beworbene Buch habe ich nicht gekauft!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich habe mich für ein anderes entschieden...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-b1qBJubJNEQFYkDpp-A-u5EwJ6cqivqm-p0yctGffeZL7ZAjlZYpQBRMjaUSI7wPFgdBWF8oEIQl4Hgsq3YVFU_7EE5jV9gGOnAyW9nQJRVkKvEn9E27_jnAUqSGlQ1mReYlRDEjIg8gklwB1sQpEbn19WANW9-xj9QEqL-2OeDfSDr3MKCKzjSStOCz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4265" data-original-width="3512" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-b1qBJubJNEQFYkDpp-A-u5EwJ6cqivqm-p0yctGffeZL7ZAjlZYpQBRMjaUSI7wPFgdBWF8oEIQl4Hgsq3YVFU_7EE5jV9gGOnAyW9nQJRVkKvEn9E27_jnAUqSGlQ1mReYlRDEjIg8gklwB1sQpEbn19WANW9-xj9QEqL-2OeDfSDr3MKCKzjSStOCz=w330-h400" width="330" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Weil ich Axel Hackes neues Buch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> 'Über die Heiterkeit in schwierigen Zeiten'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so gern gelesen habe, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> habe ich ein anderes von ihm erstanden:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> 'Ein Haus für viele Sommer'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Und bin nun am Lesen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-63084753887762919082024-03-06T10:22:00.005+01:002024-03-06T10:24:00.599+01:00Was zum Schreiben anregt...<div style="text-align: center;">Was mich zum Schreiben eines Blogbeitrags anregt, kann vieles sein:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Manchmal sind es Zeitungsnotizen,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Stellen in einem Buch oder Gedichte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die mich zum Nachdenken bringen und Sätze finden lassen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dann wieder ist es eine Reklame oder eine Wandsprayerei,</div><div style="text-align: center;">denen ich beim Unterwegssein in der Stadt begegne.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Manchmal ist es eine zufällige Begegnung.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Der immer gleiche Weg über den Hügel. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oder dem Rhein entlang...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi28zJ8p6fLCxhRh3Z0XgJMBbaoxaNgJ0BDFtvC_AINalSJ-aieryF4opV77tLcb8wekOUhI_epoc1MH1XlbBHVHwkajW9ADuqtFd_6Z4xNl6tTPcCCnXGXlVdOYi0wO_03rc00leqWh_CbU7pkmOPDnRBcvHrIgbYkfHVbjHnz9OurRLz064bKgCLRNDSF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi28zJ8p6fLCxhRh3Z0XgJMBbaoxaNgJ0BDFtvC_AINalSJ-aieryF4opV77tLcb8wekOUhI_epoc1MH1XlbBHVHwkajW9ADuqtFd_6Z4xNl6tTPcCCnXGXlVdOYi0wO_03rc00leqWh_CbU7pkmOPDnRBcvHrIgbYkfHVbjHnz9OurRLz064bKgCLRNDSF=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und letzte Woche waren es Garagentore, </div><div style="text-align: center;">die jemand derart schön bemalt hatte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dass ich fasziniert stehen blieb und staunte...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX1vrjDBQ4Z51iR4MrGBpujkPYmXmDwSyoIgPgfabfrX0nw3BQd4O_W4bbA2Qzo8jxooGQ6NsohUphwJHbeQLnpVVsQxXCwYmM-_v0f5rsst3ZEQkxbZkpvrQOlUEyedaxCRlcBs9S3ffWWCDYAq6SKBya13kHpMaSZ51lZ-J6PM7KFOooI2VRAiiwKQdf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3690" data-original-width="5152" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX1vrjDBQ4Z51iR4MrGBpujkPYmXmDwSyoIgPgfabfrX0nw3BQd4O_W4bbA2Qzo8jxooGQ6NsohUphwJHbeQLnpVVsQxXCwYmM-_v0f5rsst3ZEQkxbZkpvrQOlUEyedaxCRlcBs9S3ffWWCDYAq6SKBya13kHpMaSZ51lZ-J6PM7KFOooI2VRAiiwKQdf=w450-h347" width="450" /></a></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-65314043127111475352024-03-05T09:42:00.009+01:002024-03-05T16:16:05.024+01:00Ich bin da!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Wer stets für alle da ist, </div><div style="text-align: center;">ist nie für sich allein."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIlMVZIX9sRPaOarRJ0uPBZG9VJKETMFJP0cC9gOp237ucKKhwY53C6x0dI_V1-aC6XAcUAXnSlMnjUphF-sZm5INR4MAHdJWChRGjxhqQ-reKtUJSHf3mJ--Kx54J1JsWWA1L6auVTcb2FPDfggA2yEb5RB8ToB8k6Nqla-8U8zYZ6iSKofZwMs32tOzT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4345" data-original-width="3864" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIlMVZIX9sRPaOarRJ0uPBZG9VJKETMFJP0cC9gOp237ucKKhwY53C6x0dI_V1-aC6XAcUAXnSlMnjUphF-sZm5INR4MAHdJWChRGjxhqQ-reKtUJSHf3mJ--Kx54J1JsWWA1L6auVTcb2FPDfggA2yEb5RB8ToB8k6Nqla-8U8zYZ6iSKofZwMs32tOzT=w368-h420" width="368" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gestern in der Passage beim <span style="font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: medium;"><b>Sahara</b></span>-Laden.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Die Begegnung zwischen einem Mann und</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(s)einem Hund liessen die heutigen Worte entstehen...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-23259588490133547132024-03-04T10:21:00.010+01:002024-03-04T17:36:10.802+01:00Ein perfekter Tag!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="text-align: left;">Gestern Sonntag sahen wir im Kino </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Wim Wenders Film "Perfect days" -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">ein berührender, ein heiterer, ein stiller und schöner Film.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Zufrieden und gut gestimmt verliessen wir den Kinosaal...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguKJIKX166qDHugN-_VQNsE9Av19WeXv29Rjo5F9Byc_BcOEawkfkWHqy-P3HV0NHTwG8wvUe5otkg2Z_DP6sjl5_pSyurLAkfw-d-7-SCVQoFLiSmr-jzkoPQ3FnKZ8yRAe-64_VgfQ9k5q-3TYQgExPrAiCltW8-LcHo-awuZbBpQcBd0WnRdWqurbgd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5142" data-original-width="3852" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguKJIKX166qDHugN-_VQNsE9Av19WeXv29Rjo5F9Byc_BcOEawkfkWHqy-P3HV0NHTwG8wvUe5otkg2Z_DP6sjl5_pSyurLAkfw-d-7-SCVQoFLiSmr-jzkoPQ3FnKZ8yRAe-64_VgfQ9k5q-3TYQgExPrAiCltW8-LcHo-awuZbBpQcBd0WnRdWqurbgd=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">PS.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Als wir draussen die Meldung auf dem Smartphone sahen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">dass die Schweizer Stimmbevölkerung </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">die heftig diskutierte </span><span style="text-align: left;">Initiative </span><span style="text-align: left;">für eine 13.AHV-Rente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">mit einem eindeutigen <b>JA</b> angenommen hatte,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">freuten wir uns einfach nur:<br />"What a perfect day!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-47517367162187248622024-03-01T09:04:00.005+01:002024-03-01T09:45:16.650+01:00Gedicht zum meteorologischen Frühlingsanfang<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Den Frühling suchen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich tanzte</div><div style="text-align: center;">den ganzen Tag</div><div style="text-align: center;">um den Frühling</div><div style="text-align: center;">zu suchen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meine Knie sind weich,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> meine Füsse schmerzen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Am Abend </div><div style="text-align: center;">habe ich</div><div style="text-align: center;">den Frühling </div><div style="text-align: center;">noch nicht gefunden.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich kehre heim</div><div style="text-align: center;">und sehe eine Blüte</div><div style="text-align: center;">in meinem Garten.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">aus Finnland</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyVBvywrtcAWW1D3Z-vytAgoIrvRrSnwKySlEOes3wXdVSXqj0UiDg6rgOdqXnWLJ4tZkDiycWAGqxTZch5fKySGBeoJ98DFyZvH0DuFUYQKkaAEr4jf4_xFRg3JwrH2OLhvhhv29zKGkN46tydWd4GGZewcB5HF5cH3F6z0nJYfYbO6yTW_CczPKSAkK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyVBvywrtcAWW1D3Z-vytAgoIrvRrSnwKySlEOes3wXdVSXqj0UiDg6rgOdqXnWLJ4tZkDiycWAGqxTZch5fKySGBeoJ98DFyZvH0DuFUYQKkaAEr4jf4_xFRg3JwrH2OLhvhhv29zKGkN46tydWd4GGZewcB5HF5cH3F6z0nJYfYbO6yTW_CczPKSAkK=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Manchmal geht man weit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sucht intensiv.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tanzt sich müde.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Um dann beim Heimkehren zu sehen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dass das Schöne eigentlich ganz nah ist -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">im Vorgarten...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-28905060236278499422024-02-29T10:18:00.007+01:002024-02-29T10:25:36.629+01:00Zum 29.Februar<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Der letzte Tag dieses Februars ist wie ein geschenkter Tag.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Weil es ihn nur alle vier Jahre gibt.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisd02n_qCK35rgpnOVLzd9QMlgqoWbTjtqCsmxq6nNr78ihf_H0_bKxM1kuahSNr-7f-dVU94i3NvSCowS3Oa4-nDA1v_QwG20v2z_KMJkjO4THprs3Yb66QnNFCU7gzVXoEhomS_Gt7etmvdIXC_NLdAQ4qszImUIaUHPamtnmv9bez-n2te4HKayDckf" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3474" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisd02n_qCK35rgpnOVLzd9QMlgqoWbTjtqCsmxq6nNr78ihf_H0_bKxM1kuahSNr-7f-dVU94i3NvSCowS3Oa4-nDA1v_QwG20v2z_KMJkjO4THprs3Yb66QnNFCU7gzVXoEhomS_Gt7etmvdIXC_NLdAQ4qszImUIaUHPamtnmv9bez-n2te4HKayDckf=w322-h400" width="322" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ein gutes Unterwegssein durch den Tag,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ob allein oder zu zweit, planlos oder im Gleichschritt</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wünscht </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><br /></div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-73152914596785607092024-02-28T09:49:00.012+01:002024-02-28T21:42:03.536+01:00Ois Guade!<div style="text-align: center;">Neben mir liegt </div><div style="text-align: center;">die kleine, rote Agenda 'Wir Frauen' 2024.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich lese, dass heute </div><div style="text-align: center;">Erika Pluhar, </div><div style="text-align: center;">die österreichische Schauspielerin, Schriftstellerin und Sängerin,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ihren 85.Geburtstag feiern kann:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oder wie man auf Wienerisch sagt:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ois Guade zum Geburdsdog!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiewjxkITl8oMY3kIi61h3pd95aEm8-6fvXDfxy471Z2SgUY42TJUbexKpnUJMa2LqJEL_bQyV544-U9uYaHbVXMrIjfotrElSbpkhWCTwxUrZgKtFFBZhvsilBUaQZfhHrXMNxOtfbQe8CCAqKtcZkyVogzBk4hOlt5hv6CRhrbRDNqJ2fX7PPjIAP5ndF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1366" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiewjxkITl8oMY3kIi61h3pd95aEm8-6fvXDfxy471Z2SgUY42TJUbexKpnUJMa2LqJEL_bQyV544-U9uYaHbVXMrIjfotrElSbpkhWCTwxUrZgKtFFBZhvsilBUaQZfhHrXMNxOtfbQe8CCAqKtcZkyVogzBk4hOlt5hv6CRhrbRDNqJ2fX7PPjIAP5ndF" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bereits 2010 habe ich über sie geschrieben.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Es ist übrigens der Blogbeitrag, </div><div style="text-align: center;">der in all den Jahren am meisten angeklickt worden ist:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://hausfrauhanna.blogspot.com/2010/08/erika-und-christina-pluhar.html">Hier zu lesen!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-84976869506243886252024-02-26T10:20:00.005+01:002024-02-26T10:24:25.480+01:00Tangomädchen...<div style="text-align: center;">Ich sitze grübelnd am Laptop.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Es fällt mir nichts ein,</div><div style="text-align: center;">was ich heute als Blogbeitrag senden könnte. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Vielleicht sollte ich das Denken lassen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und Musik hören.<br />Einen Tango, der meine Füsse lenkt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">mich in Bewegung ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/AI7UoJC1l34?si=TX4UiWfZpkzAuOqo" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/AI7UoJC1l34/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... und ins Tanzen bringt!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-31558768330914475922024-02-23T10:10:00.003+01:002024-02-23T10:11:16.717+01:00Abschiedswinken!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wir winkten uns zum Abschied zu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zwei alte Frauen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oder alti Dante,</div><div style="text-align: center;">wie wir in der Fasnachtsmundart sagen...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3GYAwKXJV-CTzLutnI-7HvRzkF_VqhV7GPVomrLmmBzv6bqfJWiCpAN7EtocRLLx7UkAiXhz79gmhcJhQKJ_GDPIKB8wvMS3QgJzc4nbzqudNpyB4njGLodJxj5wxZSBFoJ5PjN7Id2Dz51Kdm_-MsoksLJ4fy81XIBiKMhHo9o74huJ4rhBwPlApdH5B" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3GYAwKXJV-CTzLutnI-7HvRzkF_VqhV7GPVomrLmmBzv6bqfJWiCpAN7EtocRLLx7UkAiXhz79gmhcJhQKJ_GDPIKB8wvMS3QgJzc4nbzqudNpyB4njGLodJxj5wxZSBFoJ5PjN7Id2Dz51Kdm_-MsoksLJ4fy81XIBiKMhHo9o74huJ4rhBwPlApdH5B=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>PS. Die Fasnacht 2025 findet vom 10. -12.März statt </div><div style="text-align: center;">PPS. Das als kleine Information...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-80887979405166559112024-02-22T09:20:00.002+01:002024-02-22T09:30:35.376+01:00Am Fasnachtsmittwoch (3)<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"> Die Fasnacht 2024 ist vorbei.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eine Fasnacht, die schlicht grossartig war.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Die mich mit ihren Themen und wie sie umgesetzt wurden, </div><div style="text-align: center;">faszinierte, begeisterte und beeindruckte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Etwas Wehmut macht sich in mir breit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deshalb zum Schluss eine Ladung weisse Räppli.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und etwas ROSA...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfDNmBgfqRwvg2pPhiQ4fL2nebEGGh1sEkaDUS54Or6ZccrocvNSXn1XwvHk329CkSoAurjS1dzYOwQFwtYBsJzgylTZTKQ4Bzr1f8kjUZF_K9R_lLD0Cl3OZaIzeeJoijtTyLy9jnBJigct0a4hYtS3QNGH8X6h3Qxpc9EkvfgNrn3hlO5o4R7aYULfEa" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3742" data-original-width="5062" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfDNmBgfqRwvg2pPhiQ4fL2nebEGGh1sEkaDUS54Or6ZccrocvNSXn1XwvHk329CkSoAurjS1dzYOwQFwtYBsJzgylTZTKQ4Bzr1f8kjUZF_K9R_lLD0Cl3OZaIzeeJoijtTyLy9jnBJigct0a4hYtS3QNGH8X6h3Qxpc9EkvfgNrn3hlO5o4R7aYULfEa=w400-h296" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sowie gelbe Mimosen...</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin2tYnVT7zyM85CjNscqoRcl2azni98_NvMgTNVrsJ2yeq5cyS5unKje5Jr9BFmh67JJ-h9fGa2OG07P-dZNvU3fVnoDKLHVZSOp2QG6xuY4J0C424CxCjsYZ1KZl96sCZ4GnDFu245ZbUwATyNvK2MR59k873nyVnOMvX72j7tdVvYfVD-KeGPYm2WyXT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3834" data-original-width="5130" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEin2tYnVT7zyM85CjNscqoRcl2azni98_NvMgTNVrsJ2yeq5cyS5unKje5Jr9BFmh67JJ-h9fGa2OG07P-dZNvU3fVnoDKLHVZSOp2QG6xuY4J0C424CxCjsYZ1KZl96sCZ4GnDFu245ZbUwATyNvK2MR59k873nyVnOMvX72j7tdVvYfVD-KeGPYm2WyXT=w400-h299" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">... die unterdessen zuhause in einer Glasvase</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">letzte Fasnachtsstimmung verbreiten :)</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-3901146475191455622024-02-21T10:10:00.016+01:002024-03-05T23:00:55.971+01:00Am Fasnachtsdienstag (2)<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Der Fasnachtsdienstag ist der Tag, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">an dem sich alle,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">die grossen und kleinen Verkleideten, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">die Cliquen und Schyssdrägg-Ziigli,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">frei durch die Stadt bewegen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nichts ist organisiert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Es kommt zu zufälligen Begegnungen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gespräche mit unbekannten Menschen entstehen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Eine Laterne in der Ausstellung auf dem Münsterplatz</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">kann der Anlass sein...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZyXWWWCocZdh9Hu4sUD2uEMR2SiTE0pbLlgdsYnlr5MQOZZDNeDomvpcWEztLC8dZbg3fOlKLIop7g7y2vS-QqthXC0p99Nsxsiloot9MmUCAHu2Y_bXACgbWYta1NPrASuOD-eMzc2K1Gz6AJ3bMnMLUsvxKzlmi63y8FY_LKSdIBvDz9Gq287inACWV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZyXWWWCocZdh9Hu4sUD2uEMR2SiTE0pbLlgdsYnlr5MQOZZDNeDomvpcWEztLC8dZbg3fOlKLIop7g7y2vS-QqthXC0p99Nsxsiloot9MmUCAHu2Y_bXACgbWYta1NPrASuOD-eMzc2K1Gz6AJ3bMnMLUsvxKzlmi63y8FY_LKSdIBvDz9Gq287inACWV=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Im roten Rettungsboot eine Bundesrätin und ein Alt-Bundesrat...</span></b></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oder ein auf einem Fenstersims ruhendes Larven-Trio...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjAhdqNnHJvqdK3BYjvQtg9yzeA90ueLf1hB0cJnp5DvradozsCfdKImw7QXZTLJ486jbCVZ_aRwgi1eS7Y8gVYOdqCYtygbvuWD6y6ckD-GwgXEmH2QDm1yphcuXRTxSuRqGgfSEKT0YfykL6pel5rT1OIe4AOaGG-NzKsxILDIjWJVIbGlCwBr-34Mo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5152" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIjAhdqNnHJvqdK3BYjvQtg9yzeA90ueLf1hB0cJnp5DvradozsCfdKImw7QXZTLJ486jbCVZ_aRwgi1eS7Y8gVYOdqCYtygbvuWD6y6ckD-GwgXEmH2QDm1yphcuXRTxSuRqGgfSEKT0YfykL6pel5rT1OIe4AOaGG-NzKsxILDIjWJVIbGlCwBr-34Mo" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pippi Langstrumpf und der Waggis -</div><div style="text-align: center;">beide stellten sich mir für ein Bildchen hin...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7WPrz8B-ZkaYSCelGHpcBz0Xf4ol7mqLTOMggrS-YaXt-KoWeHCFOUYcrhoQqt5E_hBX_Wy1vlm7IinKDRa-NzCLEQYIFRDY3QuJQ59bxjwiQlKfco11FtD4PHFKWWO9Wn3YpHz3m1ThBwuxEsSbDP8f8QPJHOkwOBp2dD3_AIYB4Je0X2hwsbbAGCmVC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5098" data-original-width="3790" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2tgPSjad318AVflP-2V4OdNp6pwwWuVTToVrcdKle9pytjD8AkRTc3yDu8TuL3jh_RkL_BmaTDclE5sYiTQ-TgEzwVHFxPh99rFqki3hCr253rAMuuROf5E_CjGYtSmcC9uqGbjGDqNRw7vfRuWzrkJyQ4RY5u2AjComgVWIixoMdP6GreAhtKdrd84PK" width="178" /></a> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7WPrz8B-ZkaYSCelGHpcBz0Xf4ol7mqLTOMggrS-YaXt-KoWeHCFOUYcrhoQqt5E_hBX_Wy1vlm7IinKDRa-NzCLEQYIFRDY3QuJQ59bxjwiQlKfco11FtD4PHFKWWO9Wn3YpHz3m1ThBwuxEsSbDP8f8QPJHOkwOBp2dD3_AIYB4Je0X2hwsbbAGCmVC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsK4NAin4ssTjtKJQLHmyKGU8pkd0uhdIEqktLh2Laz83nScmyfSAby-qFhTa7rLKzixdcOFQIx0suhKRFPy8_KV5-3ibWcR1Lp8VHCpBg6I5A1GCYgxpIJGDVGTtAPXDzHiO4LLZofbl5ptmVsERg7heCsZTgzBAjkiaTmJhSKluLmyAZNsgMGrMykypG" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;">PS. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Der Fasnachtsdienstag ist für mich der schönste der drei Fasnachtstage!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-65804251485706084692024-02-20T10:41:00.009+01:002024-02-21T10:27:54.136+01:00Am Fasnachtsmontag (1)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzNazKm94In9eL3vbaveP1k78C1Kf5eWv5XKFKkwhs-gxe-0FYRnSed-GMKcFsIQrALkv3eyig7TTDMGGS4RX1-5Anpux126KsdOmPncTEeVSjBz-TLdhck092PyX0ywq_ooPmGu6SSdJHkhbC3X1TXre7JrPO1NuKWbpsqRYwg8OXmEqHLFPK5IGN0opw" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4935" data-original-width="3850" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzNazKm94In9eL3vbaveP1k78C1Kf5eWv5XKFKkwhs-gxe-0FYRnSed-GMKcFsIQrALkv3eyig7TTDMGGS4RX1-5Anpux126KsdOmPncTEeVSjBz-TLdhck092PyX0ywq_ooPmGu6SSdJHkhbC3X1TXre7JrPO1NuKWbpsqRYwg8OXmEqHLFPK5IGN0opw=w276-h320" width="276" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"> "</span>Vogelfrei" </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><b> Das Motto der diesjährigen Fasnacht!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gestern am Fasnachtsmontag der grosse Umzug,</div><div style="text-align: center;">der in Basel 'Cortège' heisst.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Viele diverse Themen wurden von den Cliquen umgesetzt:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Von Barbie über das Klima, die Stadtbegrünung -</div><div style="text-align: center;">bis hin zur katholische Kirche...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQABoAHkkivtHbbMcyglfocVHAocV_0FPac0lumvcf_JRGbsMyaA2YOw5-IZcugDh1HnnAbDneBev-o67WbbkdFRMCHRZeLhTNpT2m7rjT5KTX8XAW0qIyXe-JLIeXDzr2kpx6-WmPsOmDpDsumRe0-QHMeumCQjxQGFQBY7OLr8daHHtFYMifOyaXCQSL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="4411" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQABoAHkkivtHbbMcyglfocVHAocV_0FPac0lumvcf_JRGbsMyaA2YOw5-IZcugDh1HnnAbDneBev-o67WbbkdFRMCHRZeLhTNpT2m7rjT5KTX8XAW0qIyXe-JLIeXDzr2kpx6-WmPsOmDpDsumRe0-QHMeumCQjxQGFQBY7OLr8daHHtFYMifOyaXCQSL=w400-h350" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... und zur KI!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiHr2_phF4EWsasRqUMq2hND4o-KnSpkygjZH_lLBPXGxYQTEn26C8URsRXhhoZXABdB90nusgnIfYS90AiJKlngr4qp-AIQNgbjgW52N_FbxgWNhRxy50ih5CQRggLWcH5eUmZRsv9Z_Ub37KitN8IV6KPJYu2dUkH6RYwfsVTJt6ndsIQ04JAIkWNa2-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiHr2_phF4EWsasRqUMq2hND4o-KnSpkygjZH_lLBPXGxYQTEn26C8URsRXhhoZXABdB90nusgnIfYS90AiJKlngr4qp-AIQNgbjgW52N_FbxgWNhRxy50ih5CQRggLWcH5eUmZRsv9Z_Ub37KitN8IV6KPJYu2dUkH6RYwfsVTJt6ndsIQ04JAIkWNa2-=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Tief beeindruckt und hell begeistert</div><div>liess ich mich mitnehmen in die Welt </div><div>der Farben, Bilder, Klänge...</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-6858303407809729792024-02-18T18:37:00.005+01:002024-02-18T18:56:55.448+01:00"Ready für d' Fasnacht!"<div style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtZLk64ToXj5y_-_R6OUbqXR5cXg95XX9o0KHM-vNn-M9k4PYxWxnnt_CxWQ6NfX9M9lnNT9jrtaKwM4Mcm46HdBImciuDYXcLGGYZqGlrAc4MIdQQBxum8ayA6wHro-mDdU5j0TRVZ-HEnxGCcA0MQ6lsuaJWLFPxqCA9XLcYKrOWpDxuHzhj5O8fcegl" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3720" data-original-width="4782" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtZLk64ToXj5y_-_R6OUbqXR5cXg95XX9o0KHM-vNn-M9k4PYxWxnnt_CxWQ6NfX9M9lnNT9jrtaKwM4Mcm46HdBImciuDYXcLGGYZqGlrAc4MIdQQBxum8ayA6wHro-mDdU5j0TRVZ-HEnxGCcA0MQ6lsuaJWLFPxqCA9XLcYKrOWpDxuHzhj5O8fcegl" width="309" /></a></div></b><b> Was ohne Ruhepausen geschieht, </b></div></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> ist nicht von Dauer.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Ovid</div><div style="text-align: left;"> (gelesen gestern im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2024)</div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Gestern in der Fussgängerunterführung.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Er trommelte sich ein für die Fasnacht.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und sang dazu 'Das Feuer der Sehnsucht!'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkfcmE6jcgvklAqpu3jl2bZJGcVKgVchvIQot73np8KO51CTDFGAgp6vbMjIr2m4iNErsgVAfHCuYPd5AIHwEx2gfG8J0H5eDCmiMyESYiHDwoooX0WYK0jPGUyE063P57NNDoz3L4cW6HEMphonKcZxrrsccUADtVQyxXtz_PDpmU0Bt4tot1VHN8rq5U" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5056" data-original-width="3732" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkfcmE6jcgvklAqpu3jl2bZJGcVKgVchvIQot73np8KO51CTDFGAgp6vbMjIr2m4iNErsgVAfHCuYPd5AIHwEx2gfG8J0H5eDCmiMyESYiHDwoooX0WYK0jPGUyE063P57NNDoz3L4cW6HEMphonKcZxrrsccUADtVQyxXtz_PDpmU0Bt4tot1VHN8rq5U=w295-h400" width="295" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Etwas später in einer Altstadtgasse:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I bi ready für d'Fasnacht!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIrM8Wvm9OUZyNlOaII687nDK9rkEYX-570DFmoqZlSJWSCmTLf98yVHh8FKAPKOSk527J2BLLhWdvIribfP1tZB5U1voNhwpuzmOdzbytq928v8AvW7rnvUMDTzkX1wBiXLkUp37Dxyyv1POpvRHjMHri4USYDGo7iTheslKKVarDXrXcFnklUXEiDAq3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4636" data-original-width="3856" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIrM8Wvm9OUZyNlOaII687nDK9rkEYX-570DFmoqZlSJWSCmTLf98yVHh8FKAPKOSk527J2BLLhWdvIribfP1tZB5U1voNhwpuzmOdzbytq928v8AvW7rnvUMDTzkX1wBiXLkUp37Dxyyv1POpvRHjMHri4USYDGo7iTheslKKVarDXrXcFnklUXEiDAq3=w333-h400" width="333" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Heute um 4.00 Uhr in der Früh beginnt sie:<br />Die Basler Fasnacht! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-11118995486127038422024-02-17T10:16:00.007+01:002024-02-22T10:36:04.957+01:00Schönes Sehen<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTjyf2E8gz40ELVnozV3u_JTnry20HklPM_ZbV9Jug4VRr4sJm9-X-zQCznQDj3oPzkLfghXoytjm43kTfa-OCRt5EdKVcLPBUt4Z-G_Zfu9xdU90xeaCpMzDz9PjpwuipTgI1Ggtn5FAbQrD_8hy2pN40SKxOP6ESrZoWwuklYk8bL7wZQRh9AHmEqNHS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4716" data-original-width="3694" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTjyf2E8gz40ELVnozV3u_JTnry20HklPM_ZbV9Jug4VRr4sJm9-X-zQCznQDj3oPzkLfghXoytjm43kTfa-OCRt5EdKVcLPBUt4Z-G_Zfu9xdU90xeaCpMzDz9PjpwuipTgI1Ggtn5FAbQrD_8hy2pN40SKxOP6ESrZoWwuklYk8bL7wZQRh9AHmEqNHS=w278-h356" width="278" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> Kunst ist konzentrierte Natur.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Honoré de Balzac</div><div style="text-align: left;"> (gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2024) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eine kleine Stadt im Nachbarkanton,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die von Basel mit dem Zug in etwas mehr </div><div style="text-align: center;">als einer halben Stunde erreichbar ist.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gestern war ich zum ersten Mal im Kunsthaus Aarau -</div><div style="text-align: center;">in einer Ausstellung des Schweizer Malers und Künstlers</div><div style="text-align: center;">Augusto Giacometti, 1877-1947.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Die Bilder nahmen mit, regten an, stimmten heiter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und Gespräche schienen zu entstehen...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgq-VrFokPniVeIHFo-X1v0Ga4nLFh6eWe5v5vnYWDmwQEh8cZ3Xm1kiWof9wp4OFYXALA4OPSjo38iF6LlwojYvpmDxKoZYlgsmSMjTFFlDpQFOERTpT8mJQsKH2n2DgNshHRlBohauXWTBf1V6-0swWDpm_x4oXQ0uOdDzLTC8joSLbrRrv_wOoxEjkgZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3613" data-original-width="4587" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgq-VrFokPniVeIHFo-X1v0Ga4nLFh6eWe5v5vnYWDmwQEh8cZ3Xm1kiWof9wp4OFYXALA4OPSjo38iF6LlwojYvpmDxKoZYlgsmSMjTFFlDpQFOERTpT8mJQsKH2n2DgNshHRlBohauXWTBf1V6-0swWDpm_x4oXQ0uOdDzLTC8joSLbrRrv_wOoxEjkgZ=w400-h332" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Narziss, 1905</span></b></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. Aarau, ich komme wieder!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-54971287352902305522024-02-16T09:32:00.008+01:002024-02-16T22:16:55.121+01:00Stadtvater - Vater Staat<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Schneeweisse Birken.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Sinnend und ruhig sein Blick -</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>ein Vater der Stadt...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Haikuversuch von Hausfrau Hanna</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF4e4S84lb7jtPAmCD7XS763uONUWvvdsF1VR-jDxaDOSKY48tbmjQchBQjyp7H-v5VrpqIG_61l1AOKaGfDn6udTatzuM2T53hPRkVGWj7XWbydbUyji8MpKsVMJLtRAh85J7PriVifFytPYI1sAd4SeenDIjYfUHVKq66yAbdzlo-33lzY6RCDOxdcUz" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3721" data-original-width="5015" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjF4e4S84lb7jtPAmCD7XS763uONUWvvdsF1VR-jDxaDOSKY48tbmjQchBQjyp7H-v5VrpqIG_61l1AOKaGfDn6udTatzuM2T53hPRkVGWj7XWbydbUyji8MpKsVMJLtRAh85J7PriVifFytPYI1sAd4SeenDIjYfUHVKq66yAbdzlo-33lzY6RCDOxdcUz=w400-h296" width="400" /></a></div><br />PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Vater Staat' heisst sie richtig, </div><div style="text-align: center;">die Skulptur des deutschen Künstlers und Bildhauers</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Thomas Schütte, 1954</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PPS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Das Moderna Museet in Stockholm zeigte</div><div style="text-align: center;"> 'Fader Staten' </div><div style="text-align: center;">in einer Ausstellung.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Im Juni 2017 stand ich vor ihm...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjopUuyHFAGBbX0Vi_RaoDUT7_fK44qv0eBhc-VZPXF7A1Snk0x6JQWynmqx8eTYNU7nWMw1sw0Kzbj2QJ4FkUlFKVPjS11YlLarP9ovFsBVl8b6UuhkdJWCFFx5FCUpqojglK-TpgSigFVxsLqX5R5TpQlEGTi32eQMxykkuJs9ErwvysmKKTewE5kejfh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjopUuyHFAGBbX0Vi_RaoDUT7_fK44qv0eBhc-VZPXF7A1Snk0x6JQWynmqx8eTYNU7nWMw1sw0Kzbj2QJ4FkUlFKVPjS11YlLarP9ovFsBVl8b6UuhkdJWCFFx5FCUpqojglK-TpgSigFVxsLqX5R5TpQlEGTi32eQMxykkuJs9ErwvysmKKTewE5kejfh=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br />PPPS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Das Installieren dauert eine halbe Minute...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/oPITDrMQkVQ?si=-MzqOdSOaN23rfjY" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-22459415506301878352024-02-15T10:06:00.004+01:002024-02-15T10:08:30.582+01:00Musik liegt in der Luft...<div style="text-align: center;">Gestern auf dem Münsterplatz. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Zwei Musikerinnen, </div><div style="text-align: center;">eine Geigerin und eine Cellistin, </div><div style="text-align: center;">spielen auswendig und frei</div><div style="text-align: center;">einen ungarischen Tanz von Brahms.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Danach erklingt 'Wiener Blut' von Johann Strauss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Und ich gehe walzerbeschwingt und summend weiter...</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmvR9uOOtd3AfUAwr_cZevFZAfOSJWJAcWsFLkb5S2rQWhkhU5Km1VT4iyWKoEFuxnBBaLYbW8jp4s4VO2Br7stpCzyQyB2fN4dfd2wOhO_8jK6NuQcMvt2jbn1bv0jPvNDKY6ubhtdBOmgCEb4y45LJxDpxAOIoYscidoM00tH_cvVe3O6XJLItn5Nk_q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3834" data-original-width="5015" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmvR9uOOtd3AfUAwr_cZevFZAfOSJWJAcWsFLkb5S2rQWhkhU5Km1VT4iyWKoEFuxnBBaLYbW8jp4s4VO2Br7stpCzyQyB2fN4dfd2wOhO_8jK6NuQcMvt2jbn1bv0jPvNDKY6ubhtdBOmgCEb4y45LJxDpxAOIoYscidoM00tH_cvVe3O6XJLItn5Nk_q=w400-h306" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-58820240087608551422024-02-14T11:13:00.014+01:002024-02-14T11:49:15.767+01:00 Ein ❤ für alle zum Valentinstag!<div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTIu35h_ZC_x-wCih6jyOhCFaajmqMW5bmO8g9cAxkymaqjgbhMJPXUaLA8mpOIeu2wy9u_E3gtchz2_qCozb6X7qodprMuYeI-rVKPNzXMOg2pxxfr8jnmrHwf_YygEcjhf81lZii2Vvi9SRL1EadxsRDYpSmenr543Q60MSpV263OdQP__Z6KU9aal6-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4926" data-original-width="3847" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTIu35h_ZC_x-wCih6jyOhCFaajmqMW5bmO8g9cAxkymaqjgbhMJPXUaLA8mpOIeu2wy9u_E3gtchz2_qCozb6X7qodprMuYeI-rVKPNzXMOg2pxxfr8jnmrHwf_YygEcjhf81lZii2Vvi9SRL1EadxsRDYpSmenr543Q60MSpV263OdQP__Z6KU9aal6-=w250-h320" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> Wer nicht zuweilen zu viel empfindet, </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> der empfindet immer zu wenig.</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Jean Paul</div><div style="text-align: left;"> (gelesen heute im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2024)</div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">Auf dem Smartphone heute Morgen finde ich ein Bild </div><div style="text-align: center;">mit vielen Smileys, die ein oranges Herz ergeben...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlaJvBPwUXXvRlf4pw52vABcTGTBGz4DbPjwTrQ2d2JJo5Syo1pLbngCaIzXJjTS3mYnJSYG8GrqOfGkgH6oQ8NmLIGFiISfY6jfxnnzAMbvS7CffnXbDuxYnX_tdkUBQA8pMuQs39NE6G3OoXwdU3sQflRZpxVbsxKc4fk6cDX4LNOyH8AoEicdgfQHZk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlaJvBPwUXXvRlf4pw52vABcTGTBGz4DbPjwTrQ2d2JJo5Syo1pLbngCaIzXJjTS3mYnJSYG8GrqOfGkgH6oQ8NmLIGFiISfY6jfxnnzAMbvS7CffnXbDuxYnX_tdkUBQA8pMuQs39NE6G3OoXwdU3sQflRZpxVbsxKc4fk6cDX4LNOyH8AoEicdgfQHZk=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beim Unterwegssein vor ein paar Tagen ein weisses Herz, </div><div style="text-align: center;">mit dem sich ein Liebespaar auf dem Asphalt verewigt hat...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjG3h2f-Co3VJJzNdRP53P6djUulicsjVf0vfL-uH-xSxBZixfeH8YDk_d1RBAWXzL7uBZxWBx-_WRUFfqkFJiFO2eGcLuLo_UNnnnhEVWiF9YBb7GaDic6aYZ4XjAFeXY6UTzTIv01G8hI-9rQtPT5hXzpyGyQ7AmCdI0WL9EeNvweGidDcMOoWoANUR8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjG3h2f-Co3VJJzNdRP53P6djUulicsjVf0vfL-uH-xSxBZixfeH8YDk_d1RBAWXzL7uBZxWBx-_WRUFfqkFJiFO2eGcLuLo_UNnnnhEVWiF9YBb7GaDic6aYZ4XjAFeXY6UTzTIv01G8hI-9rQtPT5hXzpyGyQ7AmCdI0WL9EeNvweGidDcMOoWoANUR8=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. Heute ist Valentinstag!<br />PPS. Oder wie man ihn in Schweden nennt:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alla hjärtans dag! Herzenstag für alle!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PPPS. Und ein kleiner Beitrag zu diesem Tag von 2017:<br /><a href="https://hausfrauhanna.blogspot.com/2017/02/prosaisches-zum-valentinstag.html">Hier zu lesen</a>! <br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-66882071571514559212024-02-12T10:28:00.022+01:002024-02-13T10:55:29.174+01:00Weisse Hülle<div style="text-align: center;"><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>In Nebel hüllt sich oft die Zeit -</b></div><div><b>und wird, ganz sacht, Vergangenheit.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Brigitte Fuchs, Schweizer Autorin und Lyrikerin</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNBiaU0bXbfgVaeFLv3frtdGg0Aj6Z-asVhdEWMUa3uCvhhOTYGOeBdK6zJyNilU_5bHvHu-9mSuTKlxCfwowbk6B__fUw-iFUMIQzFGdeN1HRPPhqCZTcyluTev-iVoQ5itc4KiYVE1LuQcASR2NP6KdqIWsExqDaPt9GivWZ2St9pW50L9aoP3QPb80a" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3794" data-original-width="2730" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNBiaU0bXbfgVaeFLv3frtdGg0Aj6Z-asVhdEWMUa3uCvhhOTYGOeBdK6zJyNilU_5bHvHu-9mSuTKlxCfwowbk6B__fUw-iFUMIQzFGdeN1HRPPhqCZTcyluTev-iVoQ5itc4KiYVE1LuQcASR2NP6KdqIWsExqDaPt9GivWZ2St9pW50L9aoP3QPb80a=w288-h400" width="288" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Ein Gedicht mit wenigen Worten,</div><div>von denen keines anders sein könnte.</div><div>Weil jedes von ihnen seinen Sinn hat.</div><div>Es begleitet mich in Kopf und Herz in dieser Zeit.</div></div><div>Die wohl für die meisten von uns herausfordernd</div><div>und manchmal auch überfordernd ist...</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYsJ4ZlyxoDr-bVNjp9gTMYyNVp2SHHA6UkTN6N7gkRyu98lOl0zvnqWkTw3AiCRe7iXraVKgnio-dQRCTs3fIDw-xscdflrAcPHly4vp-LqrTK_QzH2O8ZpRBEK8pv2WtGGw5CNL8AnTh7xvVZrLsPiVgWQM1apxxq4RFuAVDK1r_gRQagVZhaS7kl3Fd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1501" data-original-width="2001" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYsJ4ZlyxoDr-bVNjp9gTMYyNVp2SHHA6UkTN6N7gkRyu98lOl0zvnqWkTw3AiCRe7iXraVKgnio-dQRCTs3fIDw-xscdflrAcPHly4vp-LqrTK_QzH2O8ZpRBEK8pv2WtGGw5CNL8AnTh7xvVZrLsPiVgWQM1apxxq4RFuAVDK1r_gRQagVZhaS7kl3Fd=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Danke, </div><div style="text-align: center;">liebe Brigitte Fuchs, </div><div style="text-align: center;">für die Erlaubnis, den Spruch</div><div style="text-align: center;">(der für mich ein Gedicht ist)</div><div style="text-align: center;">in meinem Blog veröffentlichen zu dürfen!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-41494692405948805902024-02-10T10:19:00.003+01:002024-02-10T10:21:32.042+01:00Spielfreude!<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Nur der Teufel kennt keine Musik."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hildegard von Bingen</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gelesen im Diogenes-Abreisskalender 2024)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/a7JJ4CZaT2E?si=ImVrrgpc7ynx8KFZ" width="480"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mit solcher Musik</div><div style="text-align: center;">(fingerflink und 'teuflisch' gut gespielt)</div><div style="text-align: center;">geht vieles leichter!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Allen ein frohes Wochenende</div><div style="text-align: center;">wünscht </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hausfrau Hanna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-9504370230405041102024-02-09T10:54:00.010+01:002024-02-09T11:40:52.049+01:00Zwischen zwei Haltestellen (168)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein alter Mann sitzt schräg vor mir im Tram.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Er liest eine Tageszeitung.</div><div style="text-align: center;">An einer Haltestelle steigt eine Frau ein.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sie erkennt ihn, begrüsst ihn freundlich</div><div style="text-align: center;">und setzt sich dann neben ihn. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dann fragt sie ihn etwas, was ich nicht verstehe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seine ausführliche Antwort jedoch schon:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ja, ich war eben erst wieder in meinem Ferienhaus im Bündnerland,</div><div style="text-align: center;">200 m2 und einen grossen Garten."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ob er den Garten immer noch selbst mache,</div><div style="text-align: center;">fragt ihn die Frau.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Nein, ich hatte zum ersten Mal einen Gärtner.</div><div style="text-align: center;">95 Franken in der Stunde hat er verlangt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Und jede Schere extra.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eine ganze Monatsrente hat es mich gekostet."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ich sitze da.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bin nachdenklich und irritiert zugleich. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Versuche das, was der arme alte Mann erzählt hat, </div><div style="text-align: center;">zu verstehen...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3628829700081005910.post-6248453473710350092024-02-08T10:16:00.003+01:002024-02-08T10:37:45.820+01:00Geschriebener Dank<div style="text-align: center;">Diese Woche</div><div style="text-align: center;">beim Unterwegssein in der Altstadtgasse,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die zum Münster hoch führt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mein Blick fällt auf eine Tafel,</div><div style="text-align: center;">die jemand an einem unbewohnten Haus 'angebracht' hat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ein Brief mit 🧡an alle, die vorbeigehen:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeYxNfMKHVnMtNqtxsZVkKWU8wHQL6uPq7SBOO35rG91VPp0MEQaS9GdKTrq6UP7ph-1RUxH7SuJC-xGHX4WzPLZUOGDchRVjqj479BkAZ65dYyeS-jewgISeoj40sQIwXnvegX9URZeYYRqO9W4svCGmy9u7X8L5UYkTPF0Tm8wpDbmnxI1oqFkRjshMw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3864" data-original-width="5046" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeYxNfMKHVnMtNqtxsZVkKWU8wHQL6uPq7SBOO35rG91VPp0MEQaS9GdKTrq6UP7ph-1RUxH7SuJC-xGHX4WzPLZUOGDchRVjqj479BkAZ65dYyeS-jewgISeoj40sQIwXnvegX9URZeYYRqO9W4svCGmy9u7X8L5UYkTPF0Tm8wpDbmnxI1oqFkRjshMw=w400-h307" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">PS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Manchmal braucht es nicht viele Worte:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ein in Grossbuchstaben geschriebener Dank ans Leben genügt!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hausfrau Hannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543453584615322262noreply@blogger.com10