What’s up nostr 🤙 Welcome to my dome-stead in SE Arizona. Here’s a house tour as requested by nostr:npub1g2xehyhfv27mdtvmz78l4fe5cd57lu7yxkgwh8ea8m4qt83g6w9qqrg0vy #superadobe #homesteading https://v.nostr.build/Rzqmj8IBLJWMjGic.mov
🧡🧡🧡 very cool!
starry night
🤙 right from the beginning
This is the so-called "Chuscht" - a kind of pass-through between the kitchen and the living room, designed to avoid trudging through (the cold) "Vorhus" (front hall) with dishes and drinks.
It’s also a sort of household intercom. 😏
People back then were truly ingenious.
Water of Memory
This old house breathes with stories, its walls saturated with whispers of generations past. Countless souls have crossed its threshold, their footsteps echoing through time. Beside the room's door, marked with a simple cross, hangs the holy water vessel.
My late aunt's mother would always dip her finger into the ceramic bowl, tracing a gentle sign of the cross on her daughter's forehead before she rushed off to elementary school, pulling her close for one last embrace. But children are always in a hurry, and my aunt was no exception. That day, she darted out quickly, her mind filled with childhood thoughts and anticipations.
When she returned home at midday, her mother had passed away.
She carried this moment with her entire life - the regret of not holding her mother just a moment longer. Whenever I look at the holy water vessel, her story resurfaces, a delicate memory etched into the fabric of our family's history.
Today, as my own daughter was about to leave, she suddenly turned back. With a familiar gesture, she reached for the holy water, traced a quick sign on her forehead, and pulled me into a tight, unexpected embrace.
(I cannot recall ever telling her this story.)
And yet, she carries her great-aunt's name within her own. Maybe a silent thread connecting generations, remembrance passed down through blood and love.
schön alt, fast 300 Jahre ohne Zentralheizung. Vor dem Schlafengehen lege ich das Kopfkissen auf den Kachelofen und ins Bett eine Wärmflasche. Sonst erfrier ich. Aber ich bild mir ein, dass ich gesundheitlich noch von diesen kalten Schlaftemperaturen in meiner Kindheit zehre, weil: Ich bin echt nie krank.
👍 you must chop wood in the summer if you don’t want to freeze in the winter.
https://blossom.primal.net/4ff3c2758aa10dfe943654ac5e2e6ae2f5243c450cca9f5d0244962b4a110389.mov
Dahäm i dr schtuba
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays nostr!
Thank you Nomishka! Merry Christmas!
The same thing happened to me this year. One of my accounts was frozen three times. If I had been dependent on this account, it could have caused serious problems. I am forewarned. Governments want to control everything down to the last cent meanwhile millions disappear into corrupt channels without anyone being held accountable. It's infuriating.
Ich verstehe kein Wort 😏 Aber ich gehe schwer davon aus, es ist nur Gutes! Fröhliche Weihnachten Agi! 🧡🧡🧡
