This man is a machine. The past week has been intense. Driving here and there. Cleaning. Carrying boxes. Moving furniture. Painting. Repairing. Handling all the finances and endless paperwork. Digging out clothes and shoes and whatever else the rest of us need to get thru our day. Continue reading →
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
My daughter just brought me one of her storybooks, which is really one from MY childhood.
“Why is my cousin on the cover?” she asked.
Hard to argue, right?
Our home is a maze of cardboard boxes cluttered with remnants of packaging paper and tape. Lots to do, but hard to know where to start! As our sick girl said earlier, “Just keep digging…just keep digging…”
Two pictures for today’s #TBT post. The top photo was taken in the fall of 1990 with my Dad Larry and sisters. The bottom was taken in the same spot in 2014 during our last visit to Cincinnati before the move to Germany.
No matching this time, but definitely color-coordinated. It took about 50 texts to make it so. (“Would you say your cardigan is more pink than maroon?” “Are we going pastel or jewel tones?” “What’s Dad wearing again?”) Continue reading →
Not only did my brother-in-law drive into town this morning to help Martin paint our house, but our household goods arrived today (almost a month early!!!) and they want to deliver ’em tomorrow. Yea!!!!!!
My biggest regret throughout this whole move is that I failed to pack and carry with us cans of Cincinnati chili. I am stunned by my lack of planning. We have some on the boat with all our household goods, but we still have a few weeks before things get here. Today would have been perfect for some three-ways!
Martin tried. Really, he did. But nope. He’s fast asleep on the couch right now.
So, I’m officially declaring Super Bowl XLIX a nonevent for us because it’s almost 1 am over here, and even I’m exhausted by a great weekend spent with new neighbors, great food, great beer, painting rooms, sled riding, and exploring our area … not all at the same time, of course.
Good night, and enjoy the guacamole, American friends!
We are finally at our hotel here in Stuttgart after such an adventure! Our 25-minute flight from Frankfurt was delayed by 50 minutes, only 8 of our 17 bags arrived to Stuttgart, and after the hour it took to file those claims, we arrived at the car rental place to learn they gave away our reserved minivan because we were two hours late to pick it up. Yikes!!
I’m typing this at the airport, waiting with the rest of the family to board the plane that’s going to carry us across the ocean to our new life in Germany. It’s funny: even though we’ve been working/hoping/wishing for this day for more than a year now, it’s really hard to believe it’s actually happening now.
While it’s been so crazy chaotic the past 24 hours, I’ve been peeking at my cell phone throughout the day, taking advantage of my final hours with this particular phone service. I’ve become verklempt many times over as I’ve read the sweetest notes, posts, and texts of encouragement from so many friends and family members. I’ve shared them with Martin, read them aloud to the kids. We appreciate all of it so much.