Growth
I just finished hugging my child. I asked him, “Did you grow an inch last night?” Flat footed, he’s almost looking me in the eye. Wasn’t it just yesterday that he still had to look up to me? For right now, he still does look up to me, even if we’re seeing eye to eye.
I’m tired. I was up until about 3 a.m. this morning, finishing my court summary. It came in handy. My alarm was set for 7:30. I slept okay, just not long enough. My back is really hurting from being hunched over typing. It was hurting before, think I slept the wrong way.
I got a rockin’ pair of red shoes to go with my new dress thanks to a friend. I put on some vintage Sarah Convetry pearls and looked like a 50’s housewife. Not so much with the shoes on as they are two inch stilleto peep toes. At least retro is in.
I went to the memorial service this morning. I was doing pretty good until the decedent’s brother got up to speak. I’ve had many conversations with him and I’m just very, very fond of the entire family, as I was his brother. When his voice broke, my heart broke right along with it.
I then went to the restaurant and had lunch. I didn’t eat much as I was starting to get the nervous stomach. Outside of that, I was oddly calm. No shaky hands or feelings like I was going to throw up. I got choked up on the stand when I talked about Nate not wanting to attend his great-uncle’s service because his dad would be there. I was emotional, but to the point, not given to hysterics or theatrics. Just the facts, ma’am.
It was scary.
It turned out okay. We’re going back in five weeks, but I have a feeling we’ll be back before then.
I talked to AZ. He had called when I was in the shower yesterday and Nate forgot to tell me. I’m so numb and shut down I must sound like a drone. I feel the numbness taking me over and I both welcome it and hate it.
Its a survival mechanism, which I figured out long before my counselor told me. If not, I’d be drooling puddles from a drug-induced stupor in a straight jacket. As my meds wear off in the evenings, because I’m still on the starting dose, I chain smoke.
Wasn’t I talking about AZ? Yeah, not much to report. He just wanted to know how things were going and I told him. Didn’t get a chance to ask him before he had to go, said he would call me back, which I doubt, and I don’t care. Odd though that I thought about calling him on Sunday and he called yesterday.
My life, the life of odd.
Listening to a little Jerry. Just Boggy Depot, Degradation Trip is not as soothing and I’m not really in the mood to reach in and start pulling thorns out of my soul so I’ll be laying off the Alice tonight.
One bizarre note, I was instructed not to take Nate out of the country, as he and I both have passports. Ha, obviously they haven’t priced tickets to Europe lately. But seriously, I was like WHAT THE FUCK! His attorney said that Jeff was afraid if things didn’t go my way that I may try to secret Nate off to a foreign country. LMFAO!
I think I could disappear far easier in the good ole U. S. of A. However, I don’t believe in running away, I believe in standing and fighting.
And I forgot to post this last night, so Good Morning Bloggers.
Did You Say It?
Rabbit, rabbit, that is. I did! Then realized that my registration expired on my vehicle on the 1st. Not so lucky, or maybe it is that I realized it and can get that taken care of this week.
Sagacious Hillbilly asked just how happy I wanted to be. Well, we all know that happiness is relative. You may be happy in one aspect and miserable in another. Some people say that happiness is a choice you make everyday. I try to remember that. I try to look on the bright side.
Things could be a lot worse. Changing your life is a difficult maneuver and is never without a shit-ton of stress. Stress makes me crabby. Stress makes me thin which then leads to my clothes not fitting which makes me crabby. If I exercise to offset my stress, well, that just makes me thinner too, which then makes me crabbier because, again, my clothes don’t fit and then I get crabby because I don’t have a lot of money to buy clothes that do fit.
However, speaking German makes me happy and I did write my host parents today using the new Deustch-Englisch dictionary they sent me for Christmas. I asked my host father why the German word for thunderstorm is Gewitter when the German words for thunder and storm are Donner and Sturm. It should be Donnersturm because Germans love compound words. By the way, the German word for lightning is Blitzen. Donner and Blitzen, get it? I hope you get it!
And, because peaches make me happy, I’m eating some Carbmaster yogurt. A lot of calcium, protein and peaches, not to mention some L. Acidophilus and B. Bifidum for healthy intestinal flora.
Do you ever watch BBC? I love watching the show about being what you eat except I never was sure about how much the folks weigh because I didn’t know the equivalent weight measure of a “stone.” I now know a stone is 14 lbs. I also watch “Clean House” because it makes me feel better about the fact my house is not nearly as cluttered as some out there. And, I also watch “What Not To Wear” and take Clint and Stacy with me when I actually do go shopping.
Okay, I’m sorta happy now. I have to go mow grass before work. And just so you know, if you ask for a Hummer in Germany, they’ll give you a lobster. Tschuss!
Let’s Go To Europe!
So much to write about…
My German parents just returned home from a three week trip to Croatia. Here are a few reasons to visit Croatia:
This is, I believe, Lake Garda, or Lago di Garda, as it is known in its home country of Northern Italy.
They also stopped in Mittenwald, or “Middle Forest,” in the German state of Bavaria, located in Valley of the River Islar, on the northern foothills of the Alps on the border of Austria.
I believe it may have been a bit nipply there.
My Papa also went on a very long bicycle tour earlier this year where he traveled 910 miles in 18 days through Germany, from Fuessen (where Neuschwanstein Castle is located in Bavaria – the Cinderella castle from Disney) to Sylt, the northermost German island in the North Sea. He traveled a great deal in the former East Germany on this trip as well. He took 1200 photographs, but I’m just going to post a few, LOL! Somewhere, deep in time, Papa and I share the same genetics labeled: Crazy travel plans.
My Papa didn’t tell me where this was, but I’m betting Bavaria.
Again, Papa didn’t say where this was, but again, betting Bavaria.
Town Hall in Saalfeld.
Magdeburg: Hundertwasser Haus – Magdeburg was one of the most important medieval towns in Europe. This is part of the former East Germany. Its history is over 1,000 years old, so, I’ll not be giving you a brief timeline.
Entrance tower in Tangermuende – Also in the former East Germany, also has over a 1,000 year history.
Not exactly sure where this is, Papa didn’t say, again.
Papa tried to tell me – in English – that these are “reet” covered roofs near the coast of the North Sea. Love our hearts, sometimes our German and English get mixed up as these roofs are “reed” covered. I call that “Germanglish.” Where you take German and English and then you mangle it to get your point across.
Although difficult to see, this is the German version of a wind tower near the coast. They build much prettier wind farms near the coast.
The North Sea.
A stormy North Sea. My Papa said the last three days of his trip he had 30 mph headwinds.
If you travel to these beautiful places you may run into these fantastic people:
That’s my host parents enjoying their breakfast on the terrace of their apartment overlooking the sea in Croatia.
Hopefully, one day, you will find me there.
Anything Goes 