We went trick-of-treating on the American military base. (We were excited to see so many kids out in the German neighborhoods on the way home, though.) My brother-in-law and nieces were trick-or-treating for the first time ever. Gorilla (or Harambe, as every American exclaimed), a dead chicken, and a pirate.Continue reading
Another German class. Another coffee delivery. Another message.
I will literally find ANYTHING else to do other than actually participating in my course discussions, which are due this evening. Our bathroom is now spotless, and I’m pretty sure I can get the laundry done while also commenting on others’ vacation photos and cat videos for another hour. Ughhhhhhhh…
[Several hours later…]
I just got done with ’em. Had to take a 20-min break between each post because it’s draining feigning interest in other people’s forced conversations.
This photo was taken the day we said “auf weidersehen” to my mother a few weeks before we moved to Germany in late 2014. Despite constant check-ins via Skype, Facebook, and messages over the years, I know she’s going to have a heart attack when she sees how big the kids have grown since that day.
And of course, Junior’s ready to meet his Nona! See you soon!
Just as my German class started this evening, a sharp-dressed man burst into the room to deliver a hot cup of coffee just for me. It was Martin on his way to his own writing class down the hall. I had to laugh when I turned the cup and saw the name on my beverage. Soooo true.
Martin and I got home from a Halloween party about an hour ago. Martin went straight to bed, but the baby wants to stay up and talk all about it. He discovered how to vary the volume of his voice. At the moment, he goes from loud to louder.
He laughs at my jokes.
The three older ones each surprised the old man with a cake.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARTIN!
These days, it is ALL ABOUT tactile learning through touch. When I have him in my arms, he goes straight for my mouth. Sometimes I bite, but mostly I sing, over-enunciating some Eurythmics lyrics or humming along with Enya. Continue reading
Anyone else have a significant other who absolutely refuses to take the necessary meds despite feeling miserable? I feel like making a certificate so that once he’s well again, I can present it and say, “LOOK! A certificate for your suffering. Clearly, this is what you wanted!”
I’m thinking I should make this certificate available for others, too. May even a create an “Amateur Nursing Achievement Award” for the one who suffered beside the patient.