Today is our last day in Duesseldorf. We get up early tomorrow morning, swing by and the get the bunnies who are staying in their house in a friends yard (we're leaving the house with the friends) and head to Frankfurt. We have to fly out of Frankfurt because bunnies can't fly out of Duesseldorf, only Frankfurt.
Maddie is really sad about leaving her school. When we left the house, she didn't even blink, but today is her last day at ISD and she is broken hearted. It's just a half day and then most of the first graders are headed to a park for a good-bye pizza picnic. Tonight we have dinner at one of our favorite restaurants with Cousins Torsten and Elke.
As I wrap up my time here in Germany, I am happy to go, but sad to leave friends. It doesn't seem real that there are people I have seen every day for two years that I may never see again. And as our friends prepare to leave for Shanghai, LA, Istanbul and beyond, I imagine the strange places where our paths may once again cross.
Since I can't help but think I could have handled this whole situation better, I keep hearing the words of Voris Johnson, Jr., echoing in my head, "What have we learned from this?" So here goes:
I've learned...
that I am not nearly as adaptable as I thought
that I am a much better mother and wife when I have more going on than being a mother and a wife
that large groups of small children are cute, but soon cause me to have a headache
that I really like ice in my beverages
that you can learn more about a country and a culture over a cup of coffee with someone from that culture than you can from any guidebook
that Walt Disney is right. It really is a small world after all. But rather than continue to stress how we're all the same, we need to learn about, understand and celebrate each other's differences.
that I would like to be Italian and live in Ireland.
that the idea of Unity in the Midst of Diversity is great when I want other people to be tolerant of my ideas, but I'm not very good at practicing it when I have to go to a church where I don't agree with the prevailing thoughts and beliefs.
that even when things are not going the way I want them to, I still have a ridiculously charmed life, full of people who love me. And the list of those people just keeps growing at a rate I certainly don't deserve.
that my husband is more patient that I would have imagined
that my child has the best life of any person I've ever met. She's smart and (generally) sweet. She will try just about anything. She has seen more of the world in the last two years than most people see in a lifetime. Not only has she been at a great school, but both years, she's had the best teachers the school has to offer. She can make a friend faster than it takes most of us to tie a shoe. And she continues to encounter adults and children in her life who love her and encourage her and make her feel good about herself. I can't think of anyone who has it any better.
So with this entry, I will close down the Anne Abroad blog at germanizing.blogspot. com
Be sure to tune in to Anne Abroad: The Sequel at www.londonizing.blogspot.com for the new adventures of the Russ/Lentz clan.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Breaking up is hard to do
Maddie, Leah, Jamie and Matthew
Me, Sheree and Joy
Joy and Donna
Me and Molly Dee
We still have a week-and-a-half to go and I am already weary of the good-bye process. Between the packing and the farewells and the teary daughter, I am plum wore out.
Had a nice time at one of our favorite spots, Myer and Freeman, tonight with friends who wished us well on our journey, and even our church gave us a set of farewell mugs and certificate of thanks and a card to be opened at our new home.
Life will be easier from the hotel after all of our stuff her has been loaded on a truck. Skip is headed out for a mini-European tour early tomorrow through late Wednesday, so whatever happens to get us ready for this move is up to me. Could be kind of a disaster, but I bet we can get there from here.
When the Bubble Bursts
I had just commented on what a little bubble we live in here where everyone is healthy, wealthy and, well, maybe not-so-wise, and now the real world has intruded on us. One of my friends who is getting ready to move back to the states with very little notice, just got word that a friend of hers who has been battling cancer is losing and will probably not live the week. Someone who works for an airline has given my friend some buddy points to fly back home. She'll leave Monday morning and come back Wednesday. So the rest of us will make sure her kids get to and from school and fed during those days.
We Americans are envious of the European ex-pats. If you're a Brit or a Dane living in Germany, you can always make it back for the weddings, graduations and anniversaries. And when something serious happens, you can always get home to be there for friends and family. North Americans can get back if we have to, but it really takes some doing.
We are a closet-less home now. We have clothes hanging from the staircases because all three of our closets have been sold and picked up. I've got to push selling the dryer--it's the one thing I haven't sold that I really need to. There are still quite a few folks around here who don't use a clothes dryer and with energy costs continuing to rise, they're not likely to start using one now.
We are eating strawberries at our house because Skip and Maddie went to a pick-your-own field near our house and picked 3 kilos (about 7 pounds) yesterday. Skip says Maddie worked hard and her pants showed the evidence of it. This afternoon we are gathering with friends to have kind of a good-bye party. Hopefully it will not rain, and I will plan to take some pictures--which I have been neglecting to do lately.
Maddie is getting very sad about leaving. She's sad about leaving Germany, but the thing that brings on the big tears is the idea of leaving her school. She says she will never love a school as much as she loves ISD, and she may be right about that. Though some we know have had their problems with it, the school and her teachers seem to have been custom ordered for Maddie Lentz.
We Americans are envious of the European ex-pats. If you're a Brit or a Dane living in Germany, you can always make it back for the weddings, graduations and anniversaries. And when something serious happens, you can always get home to be there for friends and family. North Americans can get back if we have to, but it really takes some doing.
We are a closet-less home now. We have clothes hanging from the staircases because all three of our closets have been sold and picked up. I've got to push selling the dryer--it's the one thing I haven't sold that I really need to. There are still quite a few folks around here who don't use a clothes dryer and with energy costs continuing to rise, they're not likely to start using one now.
We are eating strawberries at our house because Skip and Maddie went to a pick-your-own field near our house and picked 3 kilos (about 7 pounds) yesterday. Skip says Maddie worked hard and her pants showed the evidence of it. This afternoon we are gathering with friends to have kind of a good-bye party. Hopefully it will not rain, and I will plan to take some pictures--which I have been neglecting to do lately.
Maddie is getting very sad about leaving. She's sad about leaving Germany, but the thing that brings on the big tears is the idea of leaving her school. She says she will never love a school as much as she loves ISD, and she may be right about that. Though some we know have had their problems with it, the school and her teachers seem to have been custom ordered for Maddie Lentz.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Who's the Clothes Horse?
My husband's wardrobe is far larger than mine. This is not to say that he buys more clothes than I do, it's just that he almost never discards anything.
Tomorrow we have three different people coming to pick up the closets they are buying from us. Faithful blog readers will remember that German homes don't come with closets, so we had to buy free standing schranks. However English houses come with built in closets (and light fixtures--yay!), so we need to sell the closets we have. The movers don't come until Thursday, but we're going ahead with getting rid of the closets so that our last weekend in Germany can be relatively free of moving details and we can just enjoy.
But, of course, that means we have to empty the closets before tomorrow. And by "we", I mean "me". Never before in our marriage has the division of labor in this home been so sharply divided. So I've never really sifted through Skip's clothes during a move. Whereas I found one article of clothing that I own that dates back before our marriage (a super-soft sweatshirt from my Surf Expo days), Skip can boast quite a few articles of clothing that are older than our relationship. And as I've been sorting, I remembered our closets at home. They are quite large, but I cleared the majority of my clothing out so our house sitter could use it. Skip's is still quite full. So not only does he have more clothing here in Germany than I do, he has far more clothing sitting in Little Rock as well. When khakis and t-shirts are your uniform of choice, your clothes just don't go out out of style.
So the bedroom is looking pretty odd right now. Our bed is already gone to the folks who purchased it. And now I've got everything that's not on hangers in bags and bins. Skip's socks are in the free Jaegermeister shopping bag I got at my local grocery store yesterday where they were handing out free samples of Jaeger with your choice of mixer. (!) I'm not sure why anyone would even drink it, much less mix it with anything, but I like my free bag. Think they're going to start handing out samples of alcohol at the local Kroger in Little Rock this summer? Skip's collection of ball caps have fit very neatly into a bag from a tie store. I've got our shoes in a set of collapsable crates. And I've put all the clothing that could easily be snagged or damages in the move in plastic bins or over-sized Ziploc bags.
My friend Mary spent all morning with me yesterday helping me sort out Maddie's room and playroom. What a fabulous gift that was! SO much easier and more pleasant with someone else around to help.
Am hoping to finish up the majority of the sorting and sifting today. I am ready for the movers to come and haul it away.
Tomorrow we have three different people coming to pick up the closets they are buying from us. Faithful blog readers will remember that German homes don't come with closets, so we had to buy free standing schranks. However English houses come with built in closets (and light fixtures--yay!), so we need to sell the closets we have. The movers don't come until Thursday, but we're going ahead with getting rid of the closets so that our last weekend in Germany can be relatively free of moving details and we can just enjoy.
But, of course, that means we have to empty the closets before tomorrow. And by "we", I mean "me". Never before in our marriage has the division of labor in this home been so sharply divided. So I've never really sifted through Skip's clothes during a move. Whereas I found one article of clothing that I own that dates back before our marriage (a super-soft sweatshirt from my Surf Expo days), Skip can boast quite a few articles of clothing that are older than our relationship. And as I've been sorting, I remembered our closets at home. They are quite large, but I cleared the majority of my clothing out so our house sitter could use it. Skip's is still quite full. So not only does he have more clothing here in Germany than I do, he has far more clothing sitting in Little Rock as well. When khakis and t-shirts are your uniform of choice, your clothes just don't go out out of style.
So the bedroom is looking pretty odd right now. Our bed is already gone to the folks who purchased it. And now I've got everything that's not on hangers in bags and bins. Skip's socks are in the free Jaegermeister shopping bag I got at my local grocery store yesterday where they were handing out free samples of Jaeger with your choice of mixer. (!) I'm not sure why anyone would even drink it, much less mix it with anything, but I like my free bag. Think they're going to start handing out samples of alcohol at the local Kroger in Little Rock this summer? Skip's collection of ball caps have fit very neatly into a bag from a tie store. I've got our shoes in a set of collapsable crates. And I've put all the clothing that could easily be snagged or damages in the move in plastic bins or over-sized Ziploc bags.
My friend Mary spent all morning with me yesterday helping me sort out Maddie's room and playroom. What a fabulous gift that was! SO much easier and more pleasant with someone else around to help.
Am hoping to finish up the majority of the sorting and sifting today. I am ready for the movers to come and haul it away.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Can we make it 'til Thursday?
Next Thursday, that is. When the movers come and we move into a cushy hotel for our last week in Germany. Breakfast comes with the room and I can walk with Maddie to school every morning.
Moving is just plain stressful anyway. Add an international element to that and it ramps up a little more. And then since we live in a little ex-pat bubble here (away from poverty, hunger, disease and natural disasters), it always makes our problems seem like a bigger deal than they really are.
Emotions are running high all-round. Dads are adjusting to new jobs. Moms are trying to get houses ready for a move or just simply get packed for a summer trip to the states. Kids are either dealing with moving or with one or more of their friends moving. And to add to it for the older kids, one of the staff members at the high school died unexpectedly this week.
Skip is keeping a ridiculous schedule this week in England and then will be in three different countries over the first three days of next week. I've told him I have everything about the move under control on this end (perhaps a slight exaggeration) with the exception of his desk. I'm a little afraid of it. I mean, any work surface of mine has always been a disaster, but that's to be expected from me. When he has a real office, his desk is spotless, but somehow a "home office" is a different animal. Told him if he would just pull out the things he has to have, I can dump the rest of it into marked boxes before the movers come so all of it doesn't get scattered in with random other items.
Maddie's life continues to be one exciting experience after another. I honestly don't believe there is a person on earth whose life is better than hers, and I don't know that she would disagree with that assessment. Though she might add that there are those with more patient mothers.
Moving is just plain stressful anyway. Add an international element to that and it ramps up a little more. And then since we live in a little ex-pat bubble here (away from poverty, hunger, disease and natural disasters), it always makes our problems seem like a bigger deal than they really are.
Emotions are running high all-round. Dads are adjusting to new jobs. Moms are trying to get houses ready for a move or just simply get packed for a summer trip to the states. Kids are either dealing with moving or with one or more of their friends moving. And to add to it for the older kids, one of the staff members at the high school died unexpectedly this week.
Skip is keeping a ridiculous schedule this week in England and then will be in three different countries over the first three days of next week. I've told him I have everything about the move under control on this end (perhaps a slight exaggeration) with the exception of his desk. I'm a little afraid of it. I mean, any work surface of mine has always been a disaster, but that's to be expected from me. When he has a real office, his desk is spotless, but somehow a "home office" is a different animal. Told him if he would just pull out the things he has to have, I can dump the rest of it into marked boxes before the movers come so all of it doesn't get scattered in with random other items.
Maddie's life continues to be one exciting experience after another. I honestly don't believe there is a person on earth whose life is better than hers, and I don't know that she would disagree with that assessment. Though she might add that there are those with more patient mothers.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Busy Times
Made my last run up to the Polish Pottery outlet in the Netherlands on Friday and it there were women there from four different countries, but everyone was American! There were women from Brussels, Luxembourg City, Amsterdam and Dusseldorf there buying Polish Pottery.
Saturday we made a run to the town of Aachen, which was the seat of Charlamagne when he ruled the Holy Roman Empire. I'd been there several times, but Skip had never seen it. The treasury not only holds treasures but relics from Charlamagne and other saints, so Maddie wasn't real thrilled about looking at ancient bones, nor did she appreciate the Catholic art that featured a bleeding Christ on the Cross. She said she doesn't like the bloody Jesus. Good thing we're raising her Protestant.
It was quick trip into Aachen as we had friends coming over for dinner with their three kids. Natalie (from New Zealand) and husband Russ (from England) instructed me on how to make a proper pot of tea--and there's more to it than you might think. First you must use good water and boil it, when it is just short of boiling, you pour a bit of water into the pot and swirl it around to warm the pot. Then you add the tea bags and pour the water in. After it steeps for exactly five minutes, you pour just a tad of tea out into the sink just in case there are any bits from the tea bag floating around. Then before pouring the tea in the cup you add the milk. You never pour the milk in after the tea as a film will form over the top of our tea. And you always pour the tea just shy of the brim, otherwise your guests will feel you are being a bits. See? Who knew? I have been saved from making several faux pas the first time I have an English neighbor over for tea!
Today we are juggling pick up of some of the stuff we are selling, cleaning the bunny cage, going to church and getting Skip to the airport by 3:30. He'll be in London all week.
We are the lucky ones, though. We know where we're going and when. So many of the ex-pat families here are in a kind of limbo. We have several friends who are in various stages of waiting to see when and where they will go next. Ex-pat life is no place for control freaks!
Saturday we made a run to the town of Aachen, which was the seat of Charlamagne when he ruled the Holy Roman Empire. I'd been there several times, but Skip had never seen it. The treasury not only holds treasures but relics from Charlamagne and other saints, so Maddie wasn't real thrilled about looking at ancient bones, nor did she appreciate the Catholic art that featured a bleeding Christ on the Cross. She said she doesn't like the bloody Jesus. Good thing we're raising her Protestant.
It was quick trip into Aachen as we had friends coming over for dinner with their three kids. Natalie (from New Zealand) and husband Russ (from England) instructed me on how to make a proper pot of tea--and there's more to it than you might think. First you must use good water and boil it, when it is just short of boiling, you pour a bit of water into the pot and swirl it around to warm the pot. Then you add the tea bags and pour the water in. After it steeps for exactly five minutes, you pour just a tad of tea out into the sink just in case there are any bits from the tea bag floating around. Then before pouring the tea in the cup you add the milk. You never pour the milk in after the tea as a film will form over the top of our tea. And you always pour the tea just shy of the brim, otherwise your guests will feel you are being a bits. See? Who knew? I have been saved from making several faux pas the first time I have an English neighbor over for tea!
Today we are juggling pick up of some of the stuff we are selling, cleaning the bunny cage, going to church and getting Skip to the airport by 3:30. He'll be in London all week.
We are the lucky ones, though. We know where we're going and when. So many of the ex-pat families here are in a kind of limbo. We have several friends who are in various stages of waiting to see when and where they will go next. Ex-pat life is no place for control freaks!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Enriching my child
After yesterday, I'm a little burned out on making sure my child is well-rounded. I went with her class on a field trip to the botanic gardens and did okay for about the first two hours. It was that last hour that kind of did me in--not to mention the high pollen count. We did have one incident with a kid brushing up against brennessel. A plant here in Germany that when you touch it it makes you break out into stinging hives wherever it comes in contact with your skin. And it was a GERMAN kid who got into it, so at least he knew what it was and seemed to take it in stride. We had to do some hasty first aid, but he was a trouper. One of the other German kids in my little group asked if she could speak German to me and I told her she could, but I couldn't promise to understand everything.
Then we had our final swimming lesson after school. It would have been the final lesson whether or not we were moving, but it's yet another thing that is a "last time" for Maddie, and it made her sad. I was so giddy at the prospect of not having to make this trek (that ends up being a three-hour endeavor) twice a week that I fear I didn't offer a sufficient amount of comfort.
The selling of our stuff continues to be time consuming. Oh, for a Salvation Army truck to come and haul it away and give us a nice receipt for our taxes. We do actually have a Salvation Army here, but they don't do the pick up thing. I do, however, have most of the stuff we don't want to take with us spoken for.
Tonight I am going with girlfriends to see Sex in the City in ENGLISH at the movies. Very excited. Even before she existed on the pages of books and on the small screen, Carrie Bradshaw was who I wanted to be when I grew up.
Then we had our final swimming lesson after school. It would have been the final lesson whether or not we were moving, but it's yet another thing that is a "last time" for Maddie, and it made her sad. I was so giddy at the prospect of not having to make this trek (that ends up being a three-hour endeavor) twice a week that I fear I didn't offer a sufficient amount of comfort.
The selling of our stuff continues to be time consuming. Oh, for a Salvation Army truck to come and haul it away and give us a nice receipt for our taxes. We do actually have a Salvation Army here, but they don't do the pick up thing. I do, however, have most of the stuff we don't want to take with us spoken for.
Tonight I am going with girlfriends to see Sex in the City in ENGLISH at the movies. Very excited. Even before she existed on the pages of books and on the small screen, Carrie Bradshaw was who I wanted to be when I grew up.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Phewff!
Boy the violent weather back in the States sure is putting the Dusseldorf drizzle into perspective! I'm pretty sure no one's house has been destroyed by lack of sun.
While Monday was not a holiday in Germany, it is a holiday in England. And since Skip is an employee of the UK office, he had the day off. I took him on the abbreviated Anne Russ tour of Dusseldorf. Some of the things I regularly show visitors and newcomers to the area, he had not experienced. We did have lunch at one of his favorite restaurants and we went and bought Birkenstocks. We felt it was wrong to leave Germany without them.
Today, he is paying for his leisure. He even has a conference call that starts late tonight because it's with folks in the States.
I have been working to sell the items of furniture we aren't taking with us to the UK. Our classified in the Radschlaeger didn't seem to help much, so I took pictures of everything and sent out a mass e-mail last night with the visual aids, and today, almost everything has been spoken for. Anyone need a table and chairs? I've spent a good portion of my day checking and responding to e-mails and setting up appointments to check out and/or pick up items.
The moving company sent someone today to look at all our stuff and put together an estimate for the move. Two weeks from Thursday, we move to the hotel and they come get our stuff. Yikes!
In light of the intensity of the next few weeks, I went by the Apotheke (pharmacy) today to get a box of Neuropas. It's homeopathic medication that is a mixture of St. John's Wort, valerian root and passion flower. It's good for depressiver Verstimmung und nervöser Unruhe, which in English translates to: depressive disgruntlement and nervous restlessness. It's quite effective. I've taken it before, but this time the pharmacist warned me that when you take it you have to be careful of overexposure to the sun. I laughed and she said, "I know, it's not usually a problem." But a lot of people here use tanning beds, so she cautioned me about that as well.
Tomorrow I am off on a field trip with Maddie's class to the Duesseldorf Botantical Gardens. Normally, I don't do well with large groups of young children, but for whatever reason, this group seems to like me. They don't know my name (Maddie's Mom), but they're basically pretty sweet.
While Monday was not a holiday in Germany, it is a holiday in England. And since Skip is an employee of the UK office, he had the day off. I took him on the abbreviated Anne Russ tour of Dusseldorf. Some of the things I regularly show visitors and newcomers to the area, he had not experienced. We did have lunch at one of his favorite restaurants and we went and bought Birkenstocks. We felt it was wrong to leave Germany without them.
Today, he is paying for his leisure. He even has a conference call that starts late tonight because it's with folks in the States.
I have been working to sell the items of furniture we aren't taking with us to the UK. Our classified in the Radschlaeger didn't seem to help much, so I took pictures of everything and sent out a mass e-mail last night with the visual aids, and today, almost everything has been spoken for. Anyone need a table and chairs? I've spent a good portion of my day checking and responding to e-mails and setting up appointments to check out and/or pick up items.
The moving company sent someone today to look at all our stuff and put together an estimate for the move. Two weeks from Thursday, we move to the hotel and they come get our stuff. Yikes!
In light of the intensity of the next few weeks, I went by the Apotheke (pharmacy) today to get a box of Neuropas. It's homeopathic medication that is a mixture of St. John's Wort, valerian root and passion flower. It's good for depressiver Verstimmung und nervöser Unruhe, which in English translates to: depressive disgruntlement and nervous restlessness. It's quite effective. I've taken it before, but this time the pharmacist warned me that when you take it you have to be careful of overexposure to the sun. I laughed and she said, "I know, it's not usually a problem." But a lot of people here use tanning beds, so she cautioned me about that as well.
Tomorrow I am off on a field trip with Maddie's class to the Duesseldorf Botantical Gardens. Normally, I don't do well with large groups of young children, but for whatever reason, this group seems to like me. They don't know my name (Maddie's Mom), but they're basically pretty sweet.
Friday, May 23, 2008
The Comforting Sound of Bon Jovi
We had such a good time at the Bon Jovi concert in Gelsenkirchen last night. It was an intimate affair with us, the band and about 70,000 close friends. They put on a great show. I had no idea how good it would make me feel to be there. Apparently the harmonies of Jon Bon Jovi and his troubled sidekick Richie Sambora have a soothing effect on me. Even though I can't call particular instances to mind, I'm guessing that happy memories over the last 25 years have been backed by a Bon Jovi soundtrack.
Since being here in Germany, I kind of exist in a state of feeling out of place and uncomfortable, but it's been strange to realize what I find comforting. Several of us refer to it as "things that make us feel normal." Mine include getting to watch Grey's Anatomy downloaded on I-tunes, walking around holding a styrofoam Dunkin Donuts cup of coffee, going to an English speaking movie, and (apparently) getting to hear Bon Jovi in concert.
Skip and I had a great time people watching. What is the world coming to when a Bon Jovi concert is a family affair? Moms and Dads with their kids and more than a few folks I'm guessing make the grandparent role were in attendance. My favorite was the woman who had to be at least 60, was about 5 foot 2, about 180 pounds, wearing a bright orange sweater. She danced through the whole thing. Had the best time.
Before we got to see the main act, we did have to sit through "Italy's number one rock star". No slam on Italy, but it was a little painful.
Skip was making bets on whether or not the band would pronounce the name of the town right. It's pronounced Gel-sen-KEER-ken. Richie got it right, but Jon said how glad he was to be in GelsenKERken, rhyming with gerken. We thought they might at least toss in a gutentag somewhere along the way, but they stuck with what they knew.
I left hoping to find something to do that I enjoy as much as those guys seemed to enjoy putting on a show.
Since being here in Germany, I kind of exist in a state of feeling out of place and uncomfortable, but it's been strange to realize what I find comforting. Several of us refer to it as "things that make us feel normal." Mine include getting to watch Grey's Anatomy downloaded on I-tunes, walking around holding a styrofoam Dunkin Donuts cup of coffee, going to an English speaking movie, and (apparently) getting to hear Bon Jovi in concert.
Skip and I had a great time people watching. What is the world coming to when a Bon Jovi concert is a family affair? Moms and Dads with their kids and more than a few folks I'm guessing make the grandparent role were in attendance. My favorite was the woman who had to be at least 60, was about 5 foot 2, about 180 pounds, wearing a bright orange sweater. She danced through the whole thing. Had the best time.
Before we got to see the main act, we did have to sit through "Italy's number one rock star". No slam on Italy, but it was a little painful.
Skip was making bets on whether or not the band would pronounce the name of the town right. It's pronounced Gel-sen-KEER-ken. Richie got it right, but Jon said how glad he was to be in GelsenKERken, rhyming with gerken. We thought they might at least toss in a gutentag somewhere along the way, but they stuck with what they knew.
I left hoping to find something to do that I enjoy as much as those guys seemed to enjoy putting on a show.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Going Home
Here's an article a friend of mine wrote for the American Women's magazine, the Radschlaeger. I thought she really captured some of what happens when you go back to the states after living in Germany for awhile. She gave me permission to post it here.
What to expect from a visit home
Submitted by Laura Lynn Essick
A visit home does require some obligatory visits and just trying to catch up with lots of folks. Here is some advice that worked for us. Set up as many dates with those you want to see before you arrive. It will make for a smoother schedule and help facilitate good use of your time. Send out an email way in advance and start filling in dates. This will also avoid frustration of not being able to fit into others’ schedules – after all, life does go on with or without you so a little planning will be key to help you see all you desire. Then if you are unable to get to see everyone, at least you know the opportunity was given and this advance planning really prepares all parties involved – especially YOU! I recommend this for at least your first big visit home.
A lot does change given whatever time frame you have been gone – even in a few months you will see a noticeable difference. You may find friends and relatives a bit close-minded, and where you visit or return to will be a totally different place than when you left. Not that it is so different, but rather, you are now. You will find that some are not interested in your excitement of what you have seen or experienced. That is okay. Do not be offended – just share with those who ask. It has been my rule that, in general, unless asked a question like: 'What was your favorite country to visit?' or 'What do you like best about Germany?' I usually do not give unsolicited information. This may take some self control on your part, but will save some disappointment I promise.
For our first “real” visit home, it had been two years. Here are some of my experiences and perspectives on an overdue visit back to our homeland. I was at a store and did not want to bother the worker for long, so simply asked if they had the article I was looking for. The salesperson said: “Let's try this again: 'Good day, how are you?’” I was set back for a moment, realizing my directness had been interpreted as rudeness, a change I had not ever noticed in myself. At a craft store, I asked the worker how much time she had to help me, wanting to get in all my questions assuming she would disappear and I would soon be on my own. She laughed and said she was available for however long she was needed. I thought: I guess I have been out of touch with how things generally operate in the American service- oriented stores.
Our first impressions of home were how the air was smoke free EVERYWHERE, you did not have to pay to use the WC and of course, no one was speaking German. We got very excited about receiving free ketchup packets and drink refills.
I did not miss the bugs that I had forgotten about and resolved to get others to believe that Germany really does not have such bloodthirsty bugs.
I liked that, unlike the EC card, I could use my Visa everywhere and never had to have cash on hand.
At the grocery store, it was like I was in a foreign land as the shelves were stocked with more products than you could ever need or want. Someone's job was to bag my purchases, and they were so liberal with giving out bags I was not paying for, I just could not believe it. I let the man behind me go ahead since he only had a few items and was totally surprised when he thanked me.
The kids had their own perspectives on their first visit home in two years: they were thrilled with the novelty of free water, free refills and extra ice in everything. (I, on the other hand, froze not only from how every drink was served so cold but how cold it was anywhere you went.) The kids also liked that there were so many choices for everything, especially drinks and food, but one step in a craft or toy store could almost be overwhelming. Again, I was reminded of what an indulgent society we came from, and it has only gotten worse in the time we have been gone.
The kids really honed in on differences with the toilets, how the appliances were huge and how our Connecticut home showed we were spoiled since we have both air conditioning and ceiling fans. Having close to an acre of land, our yard could not be called a Garten and I think we all had forgotten the thrill of seeing wild turkeys in our lot and the ability of having 34 kids in the backyard being as loud as they wished and you did not in the least bit feel crowded.
We ate more hot dogs than I care to admit and drank more Root Beer in our first week home then we have the whole time we have lived in Germany. It did drive me nuts that the car beeped when you locked it and car alarms were constantly going off. I guess noise pollution is something worth considering.
Here are some other things I realized or had forgotten about my homeland:
• how GPS dependant I have become (or should I say how handicapped I have become using one – for even though I have lived in the area we were visiting most of my life – I had to dust the cobwebs out of my brain to recall short cuts and just navigate myself around town)
• how Autobahn driving made it very difficult to drive 65 mph, let alone 50 or 55 highway zones. After five and a half weeks, I was finally consistently driving the speed limit.
• how, in general, Americans are friendly with waves, smiles, and hellos to strangers
• and how indulgent a society the US really is!
When we went home for that extended visit, I knew before going that we had changed and knew our friends, relatives and neighbors at home just would not fully relate or understand all we have been experiencing unless they too have traveled extensively or lived an ex-pat life. I knew we would be ready to return from the visit when the time came, and I knew we were not quite ready to return to the States for good.
With a little mental preparation and some planning, hopefully you will find some of the tips above helpful on your next visit home. Enjoy the the people you get to see rather than fretting about what you have not done yet or who you have not been able to catch up with. And if you can't see everyone (as inevitably will happen) invite them to come visit you here and show them your new neck of the woods. One thing I know for sure is that you will never look at your home country the same – you will travel and visit places you might not have ever considered before. You will see your homeland as a foreign land and a travel opportunity to learn more and more. Enjoy the journey wherever it takes you.
What to expect from a visit home
Submitted by Laura Lynn Essick
A visit home does require some obligatory visits and just trying to catch up with lots of folks. Here is some advice that worked for us. Set up as many dates with those you want to see before you arrive. It will make for a smoother schedule and help facilitate good use of your time. Send out an email way in advance and start filling in dates. This will also avoid frustration of not being able to fit into others’ schedules – after all, life does go on with or without you so a little planning will be key to help you see all you desire. Then if you are unable to get to see everyone, at least you know the opportunity was given and this advance planning really prepares all parties involved – especially YOU! I recommend this for at least your first big visit home.
A lot does change given whatever time frame you have been gone – even in a few months you will see a noticeable difference. You may find friends and relatives a bit close-minded, and where you visit or return to will be a totally different place than when you left. Not that it is so different, but rather, you are now. You will find that some are not interested in your excitement of what you have seen or experienced. That is okay. Do not be offended – just share with those who ask. It has been my rule that, in general, unless asked a question like: 'What was your favorite country to visit?' or 'What do you like best about Germany?' I usually do not give unsolicited information. This may take some self control on your part, but will save some disappointment I promise.
For our first “real” visit home, it had been two years. Here are some of my experiences and perspectives on an overdue visit back to our homeland. I was at a store and did not want to bother the worker for long, so simply asked if they had the article I was looking for. The salesperson said: “Let's try this again: 'Good day, how are you?’” I was set back for a moment, realizing my directness had been interpreted as rudeness, a change I had not ever noticed in myself. At a craft store, I asked the worker how much time she had to help me, wanting to get in all my questions assuming she would disappear and I would soon be on my own. She laughed and said she was available for however long she was needed. I thought: I guess I have been out of touch with how things generally operate in the American service- oriented stores.
Our first impressions of home were how the air was smoke free EVERYWHERE, you did not have to pay to use the WC and of course, no one was speaking German. We got very excited about receiving free ketchup packets and drink refills.
I did not miss the bugs that I had forgotten about and resolved to get others to believe that Germany really does not have such bloodthirsty bugs.
I liked that, unlike the EC card, I could use my Visa everywhere and never had to have cash on hand.
At the grocery store, it was like I was in a foreign land as the shelves were stocked with more products than you could ever need or want. Someone's job was to bag my purchases, and they were so liberal with giving out bags I was not paying for, I just could not believe it. I let the man behind me go ahead since he only had a few items and was totally surprised when he thanked me.
The kids had their own perspectives on their first visit home in two years: they were thrilled with the novelty of free water, free refills and extra ice in everything. (I, on the other hand, froze not only from how every drink was served so cold but how cold it was anywhere you went.) The kids also liked that there were so many choices for everything, especially drinks and food, but one step in a craft or toy store could almost be overwhelming. Again, I was reminded of what an indulgent society we came from, and it has only gotten worse in the time we have been gone.
The kids really honed in on differences with the toilets, how the appliances were huge and how our Connecticut home showed we were spoiled since we have both air conditioning and ceiling fans. Having close to an acre of land, our yard could not be called a Garten and I think we all had forgotten the thrill of seeing wild turkeys in our lot and the ability of having 34 kids in the backyard being as loud as they wished and you did not in the least bit feel crowded.
We ate more hot dogs than I care to admit and drank more Root Beer in our first week home then we have the whole time we have lived in Germany. It did drive me nuts that the car beeped when you locked it and car alarms were constantly going off. I guess noise pollution is something worth considering.
Here are some other things I realized or had forgotten about my homeland:
• how GPS dependant I have become (or should I say how handicapped I have become using one – for even though I have lived in the area we were visiting most of my life – I had to dust the cobwebs out of my brain to recall short cuts and just navigate myself around town)
• how Autobahn driving made it very difficult to drive 65 mph, let alone 50 or 55 highway zones. After five and a half weeks, I was finally consistently driving the speed limit.
• how, in general, Americans are friendly with waves, smiles, and hellos to strangers
• and how indulgent a society the US really is!
When we went home for that extended visit, I knew before going that we had changed and knew our friends, relatives and neighbors at home just would not fully relate or understand all we have been experiencing unless they too have traveled extensively or lived an ex-pat life. I knew we would be ready to return from the visit when the time came, and I knew we were not quite ready to return to the States for good.
With a little mental preparation and some planning, hopefully you will find some of the tips above helpful on your next visit home. Enjoy the the people you get to see rather than fretting about what you have not done yet or who you have not been able to catch up with. And if you can't see everyone (as inevitably will happen) invite them to come visit you here and show them your new neck of the woods. One thing I know for sure is that you will never look at your home country the same – you will travel and visit places you might not have ever considered before. You will see your homeland as a foreign land and a travel opportunity to learn more and more. Enjoy the journey wherever it takes you.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Easing the Transition
Skip is pretty much in London most of the time, so I've lost my German translator. I had a woman call on Monday and start talking in German, when I told her I didn't speak very much German (this whole conversation is taking place in German), she said that was okay. She would talk slowly. She kept asking what day would be good for me, but I couldn't figure out good for what? I told her my husband would be back on Thursday, but she said that would be too late. Again, I had to wonder, too late for what? Finally she said she had someone who could speak English and would call later and would I be home around 8 p.m. I assured her I would and wondered what it was the someone would be calling about. Let me just say that conversations where you don't understand what people are saying are a WHOLE lot funnier when you know you're leaving in a month.
Turns out it was about an estimate the re-paint the inside of our house when we leave. If you ever get a chance to be a landlord in Germany, take it. The houses don't even come with their own closets or light fixtures (many come without installed kitchens) and when you leave, YOU are responsible for having the entire house repainted.
Yesterday, I gathered up a lot of Maddie's and my clothing to donate to charity. The trick is that there no one place to donate everything. You have to take your stuff to different places that take different things. No Goodwill here. Fortunately the American Women's Club has a volunteer who serves as a liaison to several different charities. You can take her your donations--separated out and labeled--and she gets them to the appropriate organizations. The volunteer lives in the beautiful setting where four homes are surrounding a courtyard. The problem is that you have to drive down what is chiefly a bike path to get there. It is okay to drive on the path if you are going to one of these houses. Trouble is that the people on bikes don't know that. So they yell at you. It baffles me that a place where people won't return a smile to a stranger have no problem yelling at the same stranger if you're doing something they don't like.
On a weird note, a friend of mine who has had movers at her house for two days had to call the police because her neighbor assaulted one of the movers. Apparently they had had words the first day and on the second day, the neighbor (who happens to be a psychologist) went into his house and came out with a coffee cup on his hand and popped the mover in the nose. My friends don't speak much German, so they have no idea what the altercation was about. We're also wondering is a coffee cup on the hand is the German version of brass knuckles? Fortunately, this is not America, so my friends will in no way be liable. In the States they'd probably be sued for not controlling their neighbor or better protecting the movers. Can't wait to see what happens on our moving day.
Today, we have no hot water in the house. Thank goodness it's not too cold because the same unit that runs the heating also heats the water. The whole unit looks to be out. No lights or humming at all. And yes, I did check to make sure that it was plugged in before I called the landlord. We may be out of luck for awhile as tomorrow is a holiday in Germany.
After school today I'm taking Maddie and a friend to the big indoor pool complex where she is taking lessons. I promised Maddie we would go just to play sometimes. Maddie loves it and I will be a wreck by the time it's over. It's big and loud and there is no supervision, so you just hope that some teenager won't come barreling down on top of your kid on the water slide. All that coupled with the naked people in the changing area just wears me out.
I am ready to be home for the summer.
Turns out it was about an estimate the re-paint the inside of our house when we leave. If you ever get a chance to be a landlord in Germany, take it. The houses don't even come with their own closets or light fixtures (many come without installed kitchens) and when you leave, YOU are responsible for having the entire house repainted.
Yesterday, I gathered up a lot of Maddie's and my clothing to donate to charity. The trick is that there no one place to donate everything. You have to take your stuff to different places that take different things. No Goodwill here. Fortunately the American Women's Club has a volunteer who serves as a liaison to several different charities. You can take her your donations--separated out and labeled--and she gets them to the appropriate organizations. The volunteer lives in the beautiful setting where four homes are surrounding a courtyard. The problem is that you have to drive down what is chiefly a bike path to get there. It is okay to drive on the path if you are going to one of these houses. Trouble is that the people on bikes don't know that. So they yell at you. It baffles me that a place where people won't return a smile to a stranger have no problem yelling at the same stranger if you're doing something they don't like.
On a weird note, a friend of mine who has had movers at her house for two days had to call the police because her neighbor assaulted one of the movers. Apparently they had had words the first day and on the second day, the neighbor (who happens to be a psychologist) went into his house and came out with a coffee cup on his hand and popped the mover in the nose. My friends don't speak much German, so they have no idea what the altercation was about. We're also wondering is a coffee cup on the hand is the German version of brass knuckles? Fortunately, this is not America, so my friends will in no way be liable. In the States they'd probably be sued for not controlling their neighbor or better protecting the movers. Can't wait to see what happens on our moving day.
Today, we have no hot water in the house. Thank goodness it's not too cold because the same unit that runs the heating also heats the water. The whole unit looks to be out. No lights or humming at all. And yes, I did check to make sure that it was plugged in before I called the landlord. We may be out of luck for awhile as tomorrow is a holiday in Germany.
After school today I'm taking Maddie and a friend to the big indoor pool complex where she is taking lessons. I promised Maddie we would go just to play sometimes. Maddie loves it and I will be a wreck by the time it's over. It's big and loud and there is no supervision, so you just hope that some teenager won't come barreling down on top of your kid on the water slide. All that coupled with the naked people in the changing area just wears me out.
I am ready to be home for the summer.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother's Day
We got some sad news this weekend. Skip's Tante (Aunt) Rosl died suddenly this week. She is Skip's mother's sister-in-law and mother to Skip's cousin Ollie. We spent time at her house just about six weeks ago during Maddie's spring break and Skip spent a great deal of time there in the summers when he was growing up. We all have really good memories of Tante Rosl. A delightful lady. We are so happy that we got to see her one last time.
I hope I have a chance to make kartoffel poufs for all of you. Tante Rosl taught me how. We will eat these yummy, fried potato creations and remember her fondly.
Here is my Mother's Day message that was published in the American Women's Club magazine this month. I've gotten a lot of good feedback, so I thought I would post it here for Mother's Day.
In Praise of the Professional Mom
By Anne Russ
Before I came to Düsseldorf, I had never been a professional mom—meaning that parenthood was not my sole occupation. With the exception of the first four months of my daughter’s life, I split my time between motherhood and the ministry. I was one of the lucky ones, blessed with a flexible schedule and amazing friends, family, babysitters and daycare. And my child thrived in an environment of mom, dad and an entire “village” of people who loved her.
When I came to Germany, I thought it would be nice to have a break from juggling job and child. There would be no repeats of the time my husband was out of town, and I was to preside over a very large funeral and our 2½-year-old woke up with 102 degrees fever (thank goodness for grandmothers!). There would be no more picking up my daughter at her pre-school at 3:30, running home to spend a couple of hours with her, throwing something together for dinner, and waiting until Skip came home so I could head back to church for evening meetings. I thought I was in for a treat.
It hasn’t quite worked out that way. Somehow being a stay-at-home mom has drained me more than juggling the work and mommy-dom. My patience level has taken a nosedive. I yell at my child on a fairly regular basis (a parenting technique that I am, in theory, opposed to). My previously independent child has become more “mommy clingy” than she’s ever been in her life. Add to that the stress of living in a different culture with a different language and smaller washing machines, and it just hasn’t been the break I anticipated.
I called a friend back in the States who gave up a successful marketing research career two years earlier to stay home with her kids. “Why is this so hard?” I asked her. “Shouldn’t it be easier without the other job?”
She had the answer. “You never get to switch gears. When I used to come home from work, even if the kids were screaming, it was still good to be home from work. Now the kids are the work and there is no break. Even when they are at school, you’re doing stuff for and about the kids most of the time.”
Aha! So my envy of the professional mom’s (or dad’s) lifestyle may have been slightly misinformed.
Since coming here, I have been in awe of those of you who juggle the schedules of one, two, three, four and even more children in a foreign land. Many of you do it with little help from husbands who work long hours at the jobs that brought you here in the first place. (Oh, and let them be warned, the next man I hear say, “I wish I could be an ex-pat wife” may get hit upside the head!)
You do what you do with almost no vacation time—except an occasional girl’s weekend away. Can you imagine another job where one or two weekends off in a year would be considered acceptable?
You do what you do with very little job training. I had ninety post-graduate hours and two internships to prepare me for the pastorate. I took six one-hour prenatal classes and read a book or two before I had my daughter.
You do what you do without any administrative support. There is no one but you to keep track of schedules, plan the meals, answer the phones and keep up with the correspondence.
You do what you do with very little encouragement or feedback. Every morning that you get your kids out the door and to school on time, fully dressed, with homework and lunch in tow, there ought to be a little cheering section that says, “Way to go! I don’t know how you do this every morning!” Every night when you get the kids fed, bathed, in PJs and tucked into bed asleep, there ought to be someone around to say, “Wow! That was amazing! You are really good at this.”
You do what you do with love, humor and a real sense of call to motherhood. You give your time and talents to benefit your children and others in ways that will not be fully appreciated for years—if ever! You stand ready to support and encourage other mothers on their journeys and are gracious about accepting help when you need it yourself.
The only thing I would encourage you to do differently is to give yourself more credit for all you do. Some of you may have lost touch with just how amazing you are.
And while you’re the one who has to constantly field the cries of “I’m hungry!” “I’m bored.” “He’s touching me!” and “Everyone else has one.” You also get to be the first to hear “Guess what happened at school today?” “I think when I grow up, I want to be a…” “I made the team!” and “Can we talk?”
Every job has its perks.
Here’s hoping you at least get a chance to sleep in this Mother’s Day.
I hope I have a chance to make kartoffel poufs for all of you. Tante Rosl taught me how. We will eat these yummy, fried potato creations and remember her fondly.
Here is my Mother's Day message that was published in the American Women's Club magazine this month. I've gotten a lot of good feedback, so I thought I would post it here for Mother's Day.
In Praise of the Professional Mom
By Anne Russ
Before I came to Düsseldorf, I had never been a professional mom—meaning that parenthood was not my sole occupation. With the exception of the first four months of my daughter’s life, I split my time between motherhood and the ministry. I was one of the lucky ones, blessed with a flexible schedule and amazing friends, family, babysitters and daycare. And my child thrived in an environment of mom, dad and an entire “village” of people who loved her.
When I came to Germany, I thought it would be nice to have a break from juggling job and child. There would be no repeats of the time my husband was out of town, and I was to preside over a very large funeral and our 2½-year-old woke up with 102 degrees fever (thank goodness for grandmothers!). There would be no more picking up my daughter at her pre-school at 3:30, running home to spend a couple of hours with her, throwing something together for dinner, and waiting until Skip came home so I could head back to church for evening meetings. I thought I was in for a treat.
It hasn’t quite worked out that way. Somehow being a stay-at-home mom has drained me more than juggling the work and mommy-dom. My patience level has taken a nosedive. I yell at my child on a fairly regular basis (a parenting technique that I am, in theory, opposed to). My previously independent child has become more “mommy clingy” than she’s ever been in her life. Add to that the stress of living in a different culture with a different language and smaller washing machines, and it just hasn’t been the break I anticipated.
I called a friend back in the States who gave up a successful marketing research career two years earlier to stay home with her kids. “Why is this so hard?” I asked her. “Shouldn’t it be easier without the other job?”
She had the answer. “You never get to switch gears. When I used to come home from work, even if the kids were screaming, it was still good to be home from work. Now the kids are the work and there is no break. Even when they are at school, you’re doing stuff for and about the kids most of the time.”
Aha! So my envy of the professional mom’s (or dad’s) lifestyle may have been slightly misinformed.
Since coming here, I have been in awe of those of you who juggle the schedules of one, two, three, four and even more children in a foreign land. Many of you do it with little help from husbands who work long hours at the jobs that brought you here in the first place. (Oh, and let them be warned, the next man I hear say, “I wish I could be an ex-pat wife” may get hit upside the head!)
You do what you do with almost no vacation time—except an occasional girl’s weekend away. Can you imagine another job where one or two weekends off in a year would be considered acceptable?
You do what you do with very little job training. I had ninety post-graduate hours and two internships to prepare me for the pastorate. I took six one-hour prenatal classes and read a book or two before I had my daughter.
You do what you do without any administrative support. There is no one but you to keep track of schedules, plan the meals, answer the phones and keep up with the correspondence.
You do what you do with very little encouragement or feedback. Every morning that you get your kids out the door and to school on time, fully dressed, with homework and lunch in tow, there ought to be a little cheering section that says, “Way to go! I don’t know how you do this every morning!” Every night when you get the kids fed, bathed, in PJs and tucked into bed asleep, there ought to be someone around to say, “Wow! That was amazing! You are really good at this.”
You do what you do with love, humor and a real sense of call to motherhood. You give your time and talents to benefit your children and others in ways that will not be fully appreciated for years—if ever! You stand ready to support and encourage other mothers on their journeys and are gracious about accepting help when you need it yourself.
The only thing I would encourage you to do differently is to give yourself more credit for all you do. Some of you may have lost touch with just how amazing you are.
And while you’re the one who has to constantly field the cries of “I’m hungry!” “I’m bored.” “He’s touching me!” and “Everyone else has one.” You also get to be the first to hear “Guess what happened at school today?” “I think when I grow up, I want to be a…” “I made the team!” and “Can we talk?”
Every job has its perks.
Here’s hoping you at least get a chance to sleep in this Mother’s Day.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
And then there was one
Maddie got her sleepover birthday party--sort of. We started out with five guests. We made our own pizzas, had cake and ice cream and played with the bunnies. Then one guest had to leave for an appointment, and then there were four. Then one little girl's mother came to pick her up about 9 p.m. because they had to get up early and leave for Paris for the long weekend (Pentecost Monday is a holiday here). And then there were three. When we finally got the four of them down to bed, two of them started to cry and insisted that they just couldn't stay the night. They needed to be in their own beds. I didn't even push it. One of the moms came and took them both home. And then there was one. Jamie and Maddie didn't go to sleep until almost midnight and were up and playing again by 5:15 a.m. Skip and I have bags under the bags under our eyes. But Maddie has had a great time and I don't ever have to do this again--until next year.
Last one standing
Last one standing
Friday, May 09, 2008
Here in the unreal world
Ex-pat life is so not like real life anyway--every child has two parents in the home, every kid at school has a coat and shoes, about 90 percent of the people you meet have college degrees and probably at least 50 percent have advanced graduate level degrees as well. Add to that statements like, "We'll look for some next time we're at a castle" as an answer to your child's question about marble staircases, and it's just not normal.
But it also lulls you into this false sense that we're all just one big happy global family now. I had lunch today in Japantown with a group of sixteen women who came from Singapore, China, Japan, Korea, Austria, Germany, England, Russia and the US. Haven't all of us been in some kind of war with one another at some time? And now we sit and laugh at lunch together. It seems like I know someone from every little corner of the globe and at least have a glimpse into that culture. And then, something like the disaster in Myanamar happens and not only do none of us know anyone who lives there, who has ever worked there or even vacationed there, but we're not even allowed to do anything to help. The one-big-happy-family idea kind of falls apart.
I will have to say I had a good time today explaining to a Brit and a woman from Singapore (a Singaporean?) who are both moving to the states exactly what a garbage disposal is. One said she was familiar with them as she saw one in a scene from the movie Stuart Little. They also were not aware that in the US we have refrigerator/freezers that dispense ice and water directly from the door into your glass.
Tonight is Maddie's big sleep over party. She is so excited about it. I went all the way into downtown Duesseldorf to get Dunkin Donuts for the kids to have for breakfast in the morning. Don't see too many folks on the train here with a big box of donuts. Tonight all the girls are going to make their own pizzas. Will be happy when Saturday afternoon arrives!
But it also lulls you into this false sense that we're all just one big happy global family now. I had lunch today in Japantown with a group of sixteen women who came from Singapore, China, Japan, Korea, Austria, Germany, England, Russia and the US. Haven't all of us been in some kind of war with one another at some time? And now we sit and laugh at lunch together. It seems like I know someone from every little corner of the globe and at least have a glimpse into that culture. And then, something like the disaster in Myanamar happens and not only do none of us know anyone who lives there, who has ever worked there or even vacationed there, but we're not even allowed to do anything to help. The one-big-happy-family idea kind of falls apart.
I will have to say I had a good time today explaining to a Brit and a woman from Singapore (a Singaporean?) who are both moving to the states exactly what a garbage disposal is. One said she was familiar with them as she saw one in a scene from the movie Stuart Little. They also were not aware that in the US we have refrigerator/freezers that dispense ice and water directly from the door into your glass.
Tonight is Maddie's big sleep over party. She is so excited about it. I went all the way into downtown Duesseldorf to get Dunkin Donuts for the kids to have for breakfast in the morning. Don't see too many folks on the train here with a big box of donuts. Tonight all the girls are going to make their own pizzas. Will be happy when Saturday afternoon arrives!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Making the Move
This morning Skip is celebrating and in mourning all at the same time--at least I'm guessing that he is. He got up at the crack of dawn (which is WAY early when you're this far north) and headed back to London. He went to his last BVB football game of the season and he said it was the best game yet. They beat last year's champion and apparently the star player was in rare form--even for a star player. AND for one of the few times when he has been at the stadium, the weather was beautiful. Skip has really enjoyed his season tickets with cousin Torsten. I know he is sad to see it come to an end.
I am trying to sort through all our stuff here. We will have about the same amount of living space in London, but just about zero storage space. Whereas we have a laundry room here where we stash seasonal decorations and luggage, in London, we'll have a little closet that houses a combination washer/dryer. So who knows what we'll do with all the luggage et al?
The weather is actually getting hot here and everyone is enjoying the sunshine. Last year, April was the nice month, but this year, May has it.
Skip will be back tomorrow night. He promised to be here on Friday to help with Maddie's birthday party. We're having 5 little girls sleep over. Prayers are appreciated. I actually have an escape route planned if things get out of control.
I am trying to sort through all our stuff here. We will have about the same amount of living space in London, but just about zero storage space. Whereas we have a laundry room here where we stash seasonal decorations and luggage, in London, we'll have a little closet that houses a combination washer/dryer. So who knows what we'll do with all the luggage et al?
The weather is actually getting hot here and everyone is enjoying the sunshine. Last year, April was the nice month, but this year, May has it.
Skip will be back tomorrow night. He promised to be here on Friday to help with Maddie's birthday party. We're having 5 little girls sleep over. Prayers are appreciated. I actually have an escape route planned if things get out of control.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
House Locating
We found and settled on a house. I went with the relocation agent on Thursday and looked at 11 houses (it should have been 12, but one rented before I could see it). WOW! I was absolutely spent by the end of the day, but had narrowed it down to three. Interestingly, I ended up with three different neighborhoods, three different price points and three different sizes. Maddie and Skip and I looked at all three and ended up deciding on the smallest one because of its downstairs layout of a kitchen that opens into a living space that opens into a garden with actual grass. This house is actually going to be smaller than our German house, but Skip won't be working out of it and it just has a nice feel to it. We think we're going to really like it.
After two days of house hunting, we had a really fun day for my birthday. We met up with Mikki from Dusseldorf and her husband and their son, Masaya, who was in Maddie's class last year at ISD. They moved to London a month ago and are living not too far away from where we are.
Then Skip's co-worker and wife have a little girl who is the same age as Maddie and will be going to the same school next year. They kept Maddie for us while Skip and I headed to the National Portrait Gallery (yes, there are so many museums here that there is one that just houses portraits of people) for the special exhibit of photography from Vanity Fair. It was amazing to see how many iconic images of famous people we have in our heads first appeared in the pages of Vanity Fair (there was the picture of Nancy and Ronald Reagan dancing and the infamous Demi Moore pregnancy pose to name a couple). Then we went to Harrod's Department Store (the largest one in the world) and had dim sum in their famed Food Hall.
Skip got me this great leather purse and a new pair of sunglasses. I've never had a purse this nice or a pair of sunglasses that costs over 10 bucks, so I'm feeling pretty high brow right now. Fancy purse, exploring the big city, cool sunglasses. Living the dream.
London is certainly not as clean nor are things as in good working order as they are in Germany. After living in Germany, you just have to accept that everywhere else is going to look at least slightly shabby. But there is so much to do and the people watching simply can't be beat. I have already had the best time riding the Tube (the subway) here. In Germany on the train, everyone pretty much has the same body language, the same expression and there's even a fairly standard mode of dress. Here, all bets are off.
We head back to Duesseldorf today with a long to-do list for the next month-and-a-half.
After two days of house hunting, we had a really fun day for my birthday. We met up with Mikki from Dusseldorf and her husband and their son, Masaya, who was in Maddie's class last year at ISD. They moved to London a month ago and are living not too far away from where we are.
Then Skip's co-worker and wife have a little girl who is the same age as Maddie and will be going to the same school next year. They kept Maddie for us while Skip and I headed to the National Portrait Gallery (yes, there are so many museums here that there is one that just houses portraits of people) for the special exhibit of photography from Vanity Fair. It was amazing to see how many iconic images of famous people we have in our heads first appeared in the pages of Vanity Fair (there was the picture of Nancy and Ronald Reagan dancing and the infamous Demi Moore pregnancy pose to name a couple). Then we went to Harrod's Department Store (the largest one in the world) and had dim sum in their famed Food Hall.
Skip got me this great leather purse and a new pair of sunglasses. I've never had a purse this nice or a pair of sunglasses that costs over 10 bucks, so I'm feeling pretty high brow right now. Fancy purse, exploring the big city, cool sunglasses. Living the dream.
London is certainly not as clean nor are things as in good working order as they are in Germany. After living in Germany, you just have to accept that everywhere else is going to look at least slightly shabby. But there is so much to do and the people watching simply can't be beat. I have already had the best time riding the Tube (the subway) here. In Germany on the train, everyone pretty much has the same body language, the same expression and there's even a fairly standard mode of dress. Here, all bets are off.
We head back to Duesseldorf today with a long to-do list for the next month-and-a-half.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
More Adjusting
So Maddie and I arrive in London for our re-lo trip and I am so relieved to be back in an English speaking country. By the time we make it to our hotel, we are both starving and there is a KFC right across the street from our hotel. Glad not to have to think through my order in my head, I walk through the door and person who greets me is--I'm guessing--Pakistani, and I have no idea what he says to me. So much for ease of communication in London!
Then we come back to the hotel. It's cold and pouring rain and Maddie has already complained of a sore throat, so I decide not to drag her around exploring. I find some odd children's show on television and tell Maddie I'm going to take a shower. I get undressed and get in the shower. First, I almost scald myself and then the water comes out so cold that I let loose a string of words that I really hope Maddie didn't hear. I give up on the shower, get out with half and head of wet hair and can't get the water to turn off. I can switch it from shower to bath, but I can't get the water to quit running. I'm thinking, "Great! I just spent two years feeling like a idiot in Germany and now, apparently, I'm going to be just as dense in this country as well." I have to get dressed and call the front desk and tell them I can't turn off the shower. The manager shows up all apologetic because there is actually something WRONG with the shower and the front desk should have let me know when we checked in. It's supposed to be fixed today ((Thursday). I was so relieved that the problem wasn't me, that I couldn't even be mad about that fact that we'd rented a room with a faulty shower.
But the best was when Maddie and I went out to dinner at her favorite London eatery, Giraffe. She needed to go the bathroom. The restaurant is small and she knew where it was, so I sent her on. Only to have her return immediately. "Mom," she says. "I forget. Do we go in the F or the M?" Yes, my child is so used to seeing a "D" for Damen and an "H" for Herren, that she didn't know about the ENGLISH male and female designations.
I am off to look at 11 or 12 houses today with a relo agent. My job is to pick the top three and all of us will check those out tomorrow. If Maddie perks up, she and Skip are going to hit one of the many free museums here in London.
Then we come back to the hotel. It's cold and pouring rain and Maddie has already complained of a sore throat, so I decide not to drag her around exploring. I find some odd children's show on television and tell Maddie I'm going to take a shower. I get undressed and get in the shower. First, I almost scald myself and then the water comes out so cold that I let loose a string of words that I really hope Maddie didn't hear. I give up on the shower, get out with half and head of wet hair and can't get the water to turn off. I can switch it from shower to bath, but I can't get the water to quit running. I'm thinking, "Great! I just spent two years feeling like a idiot in Germany and now, apparently, I'm going to be just as dense in this country as well." I have to get dressed and call the front desk and tell them I can't turn off the shower. The manager shows up all apologetic because there is actually something WRONG with the shower and the front desk should have let me know when we checked in. It's supposed to be fixed today ((Thursday). I was so relieved that the problem wasn't me, that I couldn't even be mad about that fact that we'd rented a room with a faulty shower.
But the best was when Maddie and I went out to dinner at her favorite London eatery, Giraffe. She needed to go the bathroom. The restaurant is small and she knew where it was, so I sent her on. Only to have her return immediately. "Mom," she says. "I forget. Do we go in the F or the M?" Yes, my child is so used to seeing a "D" for Damen and an "H" for Herren, that she didn't know about the ENGLISH male and female designations.
I am off to look at 11 or 12 houses today with a relo agent. My job is to pick the top three and all of us will check those out tomorrow. If Maddie perks up, she and Skip are going to hit one of the many free museums here in London.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
What to do next?
There is so much to do in order to get ready to move, I hardly know which way to go each morning. Not only is there organizing and sorting stuff here in the house, wrapping up volunteer stuff with the American Women's Club (including training some replacements for my magazine layout responsibilities, researching and planning for the move in London, but there's also trying to squeeze in as much time as possible for me and for Maddie with the friends we've made here--many of whom are planning their own moves. It's a little nutty.
It's hard to figure out where and how to donate things here, but I'm sorting that out as well. One cool thing that we have are recycled clothing bins. That's where you can take the socks with no mates, the t-shirts with stains and the shoes too worn to pass on to anyone else, and they chop it all up and turn it all in to recycled fabrics. Nope. Just about nothing ends up in the trash here.
Skip's job is going well, but he'll like it a lot more when he's not commuting.
I continue to learn a little more each day about the world. Today at Maddie's swimming lesson, I was asking my Danish friend about her native language. I found out that even though Danish has quite a few words in common with German, the grammar is all different. When I asked if it was more like English, she said it was even different from that. They don't "bend" or conjugate verbs in Danish like we do in English--or French or German or Spanish. It's just the one verb, whether you're using I or they or she or we. I wonder if Danish kids make better grades in writing composition than English kids do just because that whole conjugation thing isn't there to trip them up?
It's hard to figure out where and how to donate things here, but I'm sorting that out as well. One cool thing that we have are recycled clothing bins. That's where you can take the socks with no mates, the t-shirts with stains and the shoes too worn to pass on to anyone else, and they chop it all up and turn it all in to recycled fabrics. Nope. Just about nothing ends up in the trash here.
Skip's job is going well, but he'll like it a lot more when he's not commuting.
I continue to learn a little more each day about the world. Today at Maddie's swimming lesson, I was asking my Danish friend about her native language. I found out that even though Danish has quite a few words in common with German, the grammar is all different. When I asked if it was more like English, she said it was even different from that. They don't "bend" or conjugate verbs in Danish like we do in English--or French or German or Spanish. It's just the one verb, whether you're using I or they or she or we. I wonder if Danish kids make better grades in writing composition than English kids do just because that whole conjugation thing isn't there to trip them up?
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Stuff you can't do back in the States
A friend of mine had shoulder surgery yesterday, so today I biked over some food for her and her family. Loaded up the saddlebags with toss-able tupperware and hauled it over. First time I've been on my bike in a few months. There was ice involved when I got back home.
Skip and I are headed to the annual American Women's Club fundraiser tonight. It will benefit an organization here that helps children who have been abused and even those who live in homes where abuse is happening. It's the first time I've put on a dress since October when Brian got married. And for those who think all this jetting around Europe may have altered my fundamental self, rest assured. I just finished using one of Maddie's black magic markers to clean up the scuff marks on my black pumps from Target. I think I'll ask the wife of the Consulate General if she did the same thing before coming.
Maddie is going to have friends Madison and Matthew over the spend the night and their big sister Lea is going to babysit until we get home. Tomorrow I get to take the three little M's to a three-hour birthday party.
And yes, the birthday party is on a Sunday which means we'll miss church, but Maddie has missed the last three parties she's been invited to because of illness or travel. Between the excitement of coming home for the summer and moving to London and the sadness over leaving her friends and school in Germany, she is just one big ball of emotion right now. There was no way I was telling her she was going to miss another birthday party because we had to go to church. That might be the end of her church affinity for good!
One of the members of this church that we nominally attend tried to make me feel guilty yesterday for not being more involved. She didn't realize that I don't really do guilt. She was lamenting the time she was going to be spending in a volunteer capacity this weekend and commented she was surprised that I hadn't gotten more involved since I had been a pastor and understood the need for people to be involved. I told her that I encouraged people to get involved in areas they enjoy and feel nourished by--and also in things that made a difference to the "least of these"--whether they enjoy it or not! I told her I hadn't found anything there that nourished me and I just couldn't handle any more depleting factors in my life right now. She indicated that she was not feeling particularly nourished by her involvement, either. I hope I didn't lose the church a volunteer!
I am getting regular updates on what's happening with Presbytery Disaster Assistance in Arkansas. The work they are doing to help the areas and the churches that have been affected by all that awful weather is really impressive.
Skip and I are headed to the annual American Women's Club fundraiser tonight. It will benefit an organization here that helps children who have been abused and even those who live in homes where abuse is happening. It's the first time I've put on a dress since October when Brian got married. And for those who think all this jetting around Europe may have altered my fundamental self, rest assured. I just finished using one of Maddie's black magic markers to clean up the scuff marks on my black pumps from Target. I think I'll ask the wife of the Consulate General if she did the same thing before coming.
Maddie is going to have friends Madison and Matthew over the spend the night and their big sister Lea is going to babysit until we get home. Tomorrow I get to take the three little M's to a three-hour birthday party.
And yes, the birthday party is on a Sunday which means we'll miss church, but Maddie has missed the last three parties she's been invited to because of illness or travel. Between the excitement of coming home for the summer and moving to London and the sadness over leaving her friends and school in Germany, she is just one big ball of emotion right now. There was no way I was telling her she was going to miss another birthday party because we had to go to church. That might be the end of her church affinity for good!
One of the members of this church that we nominally attend tried to make me feel guilty yesterday for not being more involved. She didn't realize that I don't really do guilt. She was lamenting the time she was going to be spending in a volunteer capacity this weekend and commented she was surprised that I hadn't gotten more involved since I had been a pastor and understood the need for people to be involved. I told her that I encouraged people to get involved in areas they enjoy and feel nourished by--and also in things that made a difference to the "least of these"--whether they enjoy it or not! I told her I hadn't found anything there that nourished me and I just couldn't handle any more depleting factors in my life right now. She indicated that she was not feeling particularly nourished by her involvement, either. I hope I didn't lose the church a volunteer!
I am getting regular updates on what's happening with Presbytery Disaster Assistance in Arkansas. The work they are doing to help the areas and the churches that have been affected by all that awful weather is really impressive.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Catching Up
Been a little while. Things have been a little busy. Fun, but busy.
Maddie's twice-a-week for five weeks swimming class continues and it is amazing what this guy has gotten these kids to do in just four lessons. One little girl who didn't even want to put her face in the water when it began is going the length of the pool with arms outstretched, face down and kicking like crazy.
Skip and Maddie had a grand time in Lubeck with Torsten and Elke for Annelie's 50th birthday party. Skip is lining up his summer plans. Torsten and Joerg are planning to come to London for a weekend, and Joerg's son is going to hook Skip up with some seaside accommodations on the Agave coast in Portugal.
Meanwhile, I have had a ball with friends Olivia, Lori, Jim and Glen who have come for a visit from the states. O and I went to Centenary together and later roomed in LR. They are all a lot of fun and just genuinely good folks. It has occurred to me during their visit that I have probably had more than my share of great people filter through my life. I hope I haven't reached my quota and the trend will continue. At any rate, I have done my best to give them a taste of life in Germany.
Glen, Lori, Olivia and Glen in front of the restaurant in Beilstein.
Olivia trying the brew that was first made by monks over 1,000 years ago
Glen and Jim with the most fun waiter I've had in Germany
Lori and Olivia in front of the Rhine
Burg Eltz
Cochem
Bielstein
Lori bravely tries Schweinehaxe at a German restuarant in Cologne
While the four of them tour the Cathedral in Cologne, I watch a teenager literally flip over lines of his friends.
Maddie's twice-a-week for five weeks swimming class continues and it is amazing what this guy has gotten these kids to do in just four lessons. One little girl who didn't even want to put her face in the water when it began is going the length of the pool with arms outstretched, face down and kicking like crazy.
Skip and Maddie had a grand time in Lubeck with Torsten and Elke for Annelie's 50th birthday party. Skip is lining up his summer plans. Torsten and Joerg are planning to come to London for a weekend, and Joerg's son is going to hook Skip up with some seaside accommodations on the Agave coast in Portugal.
Meanwhile, I have had a ball with friends Olivia, Lori, Jim and Glen who have come for a visit from the states. O and I went to Centenary together and later roomed in LR. They are all a lot of fun and just genuinely good folks. It has occurred to me during their visit that I have probably had more than my share of great people filter through my life. I hope I haven't reached my quota and the trend will continue. At any rate, I have done my best to give them a taste of life in Germany.
Glen, Lori, Olivia and Glen in front of the restaurant in Beilstein.
Olivia trying the brew that was first made by monks over 1,000 years ago
Glen and Jim with the most fun waiter I've had in Germany
Lori and Olivia in front of the Rhine
Burg Eltz
Cochem
Bielstein
Lori bravely tries Schweinehaxe at a German restuarant in Cologne
While the four of them tour the Cathedral in Cologne, I watch a teenager literally flip over lines of his friends.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Last Chance Knives
It's started. With only about two months left in Germany, I've begun my tour of places I will probably not make it back to again. Today, it was the Henckel Knife Factory. Beware. Do not make me angry. I am fully armed with an array of very sharp knives.
I also gave notice on my gym membership. It will close out at the end of May. You have to give four weeks notice, so I got it in in time. There was a meeting at the school tonight about "Putting the Good in Good-bye" to give you tips on how to make the transition and help your kids with the transition both practically and emotionally, but I didn't have anyone to watch Maddie. A friend is going and said she would pass on any useful info she got.
It was another swimming lesson for Maddie today. I tried to channel the professional moms that I know and prepared a bag with swimsuit, towel, flip flops, pjs to change into right at the Dusselstrand for afterward, shampoo and detangling spray and placed the bag in the car the night before. Meanwhile, Skip was in London having a late dinner at an Indian restaurant with all of his colleagues. Somehow we've missed the boat on our roles here. I would love to be having dinner with colleagues and he would like to be going to swimming lessons. At least, he thinks he would. Skip has yet to encounter the chaos that is the Dusselstrand.
It may be awhile before I post any more pictures as my camera quit working on the last day of the Prague trip. Hope the local camera shop can figure out what the scoop is.
Am getting excited about a visit from friends Olivia and Lori and Jim and Glen. Am hoping that the weather breaks while they are here. Last April was gorgeous and this one has been rainy and unusually cold. Mother Nature likes to play around with us in this part of the world. There are beautiful things to see when you can get out and walk around, but so often the weather makes such activities unpleasant.
Tomorrow night, I am going to cook dinner and Skip and Maddie and I will sit down for a meal together for the first time in a week and a half. We thought he would be here in Germany at least some of the time between now and the end of school, but it looks like he's an Englander from here on out except for the weekends. Stuff keeps popping up that he has to be there for, and I imagine things will continue to pop.
I also gave notice on my gym membership. It will close out at the end of May. You have to give four weeks notice, so I got it in in time. There was a meeting at the school tonight about "Putting the Good in Good-bye" to give you tips on how to make the transition and help your kids with the transition both practically and emotionally, but I didn't have anyone to watch Maddie. A friend is going and said she would pass on any useful info she got.
It was another swimming lesson for Maddie today. I tried to channel the professional moms that I know and prepared a bag with swimsuit, towel, flip flops, pjs to change into right at the Dusselstrand for afterward, shampoo and detangling spray and placed the bag in the car the night before. Meanwhile, Skip was in London having a late dinner at an Indian restaurant with all of his colleagues. Somehow we've missed the boat on our roles here. I would love to be having dinner with colleagues and he would like to be going to swimming lessons. At least, he thinks he would. Skip has yet to encounter the chaos that is the Dusselstrand.
It may be awhile before I post any more pictures as my camera quit working on the last day of the Prague trip. Hope the local camera shop can figure out what the scoop is.
Am getting excited about a visit from friends Olivia and Lori and Jim and Glen. Am hoping that the weather breaks while they are here. Last April was gorgeous and this one has been rainy and unusually cold. Mother Nature likes to play around with us in this part of the world. There are beautiful things to see when you can get out and walk around, but so often the weather makes such activities unpleasant.
Tomorrow night, I am going to cook dinner and Skip and Maddie and I will sit down for a meal together for the first time in a week and a half. We thought he would be here in Germany at least some of the time between now and the end of school, but it looks like he's an Englander from here on out except for the weekends. Stuff keeps popping up that he has to be there for, and I imagine things will continue to pop.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Beautiful Prague
I do believe that Prague has become my new favorite city in Europe. There is something beautiful around every corner. The architecture if stunning and there are spires everywhere.
My friends Mary and Joy and I arrived there on Friday at 8:30 a.m. and didn't stop going until we boarded the plane at 7 p.m. on Sunday and we still only saw a fraction of what there is to see there. We had fabulous weather, which was very much appreciated as Prague is definitely a walking city and we did a whole lotta walkin'!
On Friday, we took a bus tour around the city and to Prague Castle--which is actually a huge compound that includes museums, a cathedral and the residence of the Czech chancellor. The tour gave us an overview of the city, but the tour guide was a Russian who did the tour in Russian and in English. The only trouble is that her English was so heavily accented, it was difficult to tell when she was speaking Russian and when she switched to English. We wandered about the Old Town and the New Town marveling that each street we turned down had something wonderful to see.
On Saturday, we got up early and aided by the advice of the concierge at our hotel, Lucie, we took train over to the river and found the Church of the Infant Jesus. A place that houses this statue of the infant Jesus that has supposedly brought good luck to the people of Prague throughout the centuries. To show their devotion to the infant Jesus, people make clothes for him, so he may be the only statue in the world with a complete, ornate wardrobe. Prague is FULL of legends of miracles, ghosts and magic.
We took a funicular up to the hill that overlooks Prague where they have a smaller copy of the Eiiffel Tower that you can climb to get the best view of Prague--and it is spectacular. We walked some more and found the Golden Lane, this narrow little street of colored houses where Kafka once lived. We wound our way back down to the city and Mary took pictures of Prague at night. Soon I'll have copies of her pics, which will be far better than mine! We stood on the Charles Bridge at night and finally got to dinner at 9 p.m. at a traditional Czech restaurant where we found that we like all the Czech people have to offer with the exception of the dumplings.
The next day we hit the historic Jewish Quarter where a number of the synagogues have been turned in to museums. The Jewish people have a rich and tragic history in Prague. And they also have their share of tales of magic and mysticism. From there we took a boat down the river Vlatva.
We went to the brand new Starbucks to get our souvenir Prague Starbucks mugs. It's only been there for two weeks and is currently the only Starbucks in the Czech Republic. It was the busiest Starbucks I've ever seen. There were like 10 kids behind the counter making coffee. When I purchased my mug as well as a Czech Republic travel mug, the guy behind the counter handed the travel mug to me and said, in all seriousness, "May it serve you well." Could he see the caffeine addiction in my face?
Mary, Joy and I agreed that the St. Niklaus Church in the center of town is the creepiest church we've ever been in. Lots of violent images in paintings, sculpture and altars. Not only that, but it was the only church we could remember ever having to pay to get into. Other churches will charge to climb the steeple or to take a guided tour or for a special book, but usually you don't have to pay money just to enter!
One more trip across the St. Charles bridge and a late mid-day meal at a fabulous restaurant our friend and world-traveler Molly Dee recommended. Then it was back to the airport and back to reality--and boy did it hit hard. Rained all day today in Dusseldorf and today was Maddie's first day of swimming lessons which meant fighting traffic into and out of downtown as well as navigating around naked men in the common changing area of the Dusselstrand Indoor pool. double Uggg!
But I still have my pictures, so that I can go back to my happy place Prague. Soon I should have some of Mary's professional shots.
My friends Mary and Joy and I arrived there on Friday at 8:30 a.m. and didn't stop going until we boarded the plane at 7 p.m. on Sunday and we still only saw a fraction of what there is to see there. We had fabulous weather, which was very much appreciated as Prague is definitely a walking city and we did a whole lotta walkin'!
On Friday, we took a bus tour around the city and to Prague Castle--which is actually a huge compound that includes museums, a cathedral and the residence of the Czech chancellor. The tour gave us an overview of the city, but the tour guide was a Russian who did the tour in Russian and in English. The only trouble is that her English was so heavily accented, it was difficult to tell when she was speaking Russian and when she switched to English. We wandered about the Old Town and the New Town marveling that each street we turned down had something wonderful to see.
On Saturday, we got up early and aided by the advice of the concierge at our hotel, Lucie, we took train over to the river and found the Church of the Infant Jesus. A place that houses this statue of the infant Jesus that has supposedly brought good luck to the people of Prague throughout the centuries. To show their devotion to the infant Jesus, people make clothes for him, so he may be the only statue in the world with a complete, ornate wardrobe. Prague is FULL of legends of miracles, ghosts and magic.
We took a funicular up to the hill that overlooks Prague where they have a smaller copy of the Eiiffel Tower that you can climb to get the best view of Prague--and it is spectacular. We walked some more and found the Golden Lane, this narrow little street of colored houses where Kafka once lived. We wound our way back down to the city and Mary took pictures of Prague at night. Soon I'll have copies of her pics, which will be far better than mine! We stood on the Charles Bridge at night and finally got to dinner at 9 p.m. at a traditional Czech restaurant where we found that we like all the Czech people have to offer with the exception of the dumplings.
The next day we hit the historic Jewish Quarter where a number of the synagogues have been turned in to museums. The Jewish people have a rich and tragic history in Prague. And they also have their share of tales of magic and mysticism. From there we took a boat down the river Vlatva.
We went to the brand new Starbucks to get our souvenir Prague Starbucks mugs. It's only been there for two weeks and is currently the only Starbucks in the Czech Republic. It was the busiest Starbucks I've ever seen. There were like 10 kids behind the counter making coffee. When I purchased my mug as well as a Czech Republic travel mug, the guy behind the counter handed the travel mug to me and said, in all seriousness, "May it serve you well." Could he see the caffeine addiction in my face?
Mary, Joy and I agreed that the St. Niklaus Church in the center of town is the creepiest church we've ever been in. Lots of violent images in paintings, sculpture and altars. Not only that, but it was the only church we could remember ever having to pay to get into. Other churches will charge to climb the steeple or to take a guided tour or for a special book, but usually you don't have to pay money just to enter!
One more trip across the St. Charles bridge and a late mid-day meal at a fabulous restaurant our friend and world-traveler Molly Dee recommended. Then it was back to the airport and back to reality--and boy did it hit hard. Rained all day today in Dusseldorf and today was Maddie's first day of swimming lessons which meant fighting traffic into and out of downtown as well as navigating around naked men in the common changing area of the Dusselstrand Indoor pool. double Uggg!
But I still have my pictures, so that I can go back to my happy place Prague. Soon I should have some of Mary's professional shots.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
What are the odds?
That the day that I have to wait at home for the dishwasher repair people is the first warm, sunny day we've add in ages! The weather has been steadily improving all week, but the temperatures have been cold. Today, it's a balmy 55 and the sun is out! Hoping that Maddie can get in a little playground time after school today.
On an interesting cultural note, I was talking to a friend of mine whose son is about to graduate from ISD. He's spent all four years of high school here, so even though he's American, he considered going to England for college thinking that culturally a European college might be less of a culture shock than going back to America. He discovered that changing cultures is changing cultures no matter how you slice it and has decided on Penn State. Now his big culture shock will be going from a country where the legal drinking age is 16 to one where it's 21.
Got my ducks in a row so I can go to Prague and not leave Maddie home alone. Another cultural tidbit--the American and British moms all seem to plan at least one girls weekend get-away a year. A few try to fit in one each semester. And when we do the moms from Germany, Sweden, Denmark, Austria, etc are always so impressed that we can talk our husbands in to staying with the children while we go away with friends. I can't believe I haven't broken out into a rash yet. Imagine, expecting husbands to take care of children?! Craziness!
On an interesting cultural note, I was talking to a friend of mine whose son is about to graduate from ISD. He's spent all four years of high school here, so even though he's American, he considered going to England for college thinking that culturally a European college might be less of a culture shock than going back to America. He discovered that changing cultures is changing cultures no matter how you slice it and has decided on Penn State. Now his big culture shock will be going from a country where the legal drinking age is 16 to one where it's 21.
Got my ducks in a row so I can go to Prague and not leave Maddie home alone. Another cultural tidbit--the American and British moms all seem to plan at least one girls weekend get-away a year. A few try to fit in one each semester. And when we do the moms from Germany, Sweden, Denmark, Austria, etc are always so impressed that we can talk our husbands in to staying with the children while we go away with friends. I can't believe I haven't broken out into a rash yet. Imagine, expecting husbands to take care of children?! Craziness!
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
The Dangers of NOT Smoking
Smoking ban drives German barkeeper to suicide
Published: 8 Apr 08 12:40 CET
A German barkeeper who hanged himself left behind a suicide note blaming a new public smoking ban for his decision, Bild newspaper reported on Tuesday.
Uli Stegmaier, 60, saw turnover at his pub in the southern town of Balingen fall by 20 percent following the implementation of the smoking ban in the state of Baden-Württemberg in August 2007, the paper said.
His brother-in-law, Helmut Rathmann, told Bild: "His suicide note dealt exclusively with his bitterness about the smoking ban. It was not aimed at his family but at politicians."
Stegmaier, owner of the Bären bar for the past 30 years, hanged himself in the attic of his farmhouse. He leaves a wife and five children.
Friends and family said he had campaigned against the ban because he feared that it would force him to close the pub.
In recent post on the internet he wrote: "The state is riding roughshod over the rights of barkeepers and threatening the livelihood of many."
Rathmann said Stegmaier he had donated money to activists who want to take the regional government to court in a bid to have the ban reversed.
Germany has implemented a ban on smoking in bars and restaurants across most of the country in recent months. In the majority of states it took effect on January 1. But enforcement has been spotty at best and several states have even weakened the ban since then.
Published: 8 Apr 08 12:40 CET
A German barkeeper who hanged himself left behind a suicide note blaming a new public smoking ban for his decision, Bild newspaper reported on Tuesday.
Uli Stegmaier, 60, saw turnover at his pub in the southern town of Balingen fall by 20 percent following the implementation of the smoking ban in the state of Baden-Württemberg in August 2007, the paper said.
His brother-in-law, Helmut Rathmann, told Bild: "His suicide note dealt exclusively with his bitterness about the smoking ban. It was not aimed at his family but at politicians."
Stegmaier, owner of the Bären bar for the past 30 years, hanged himself in the attic of his farmhouse. He leaves a wife and five children.
Friends and family said he had campaigned against the ban because he feared that it would force him to close the pub.
In recent post on the internet he wrote: "The state is riding roughshod over the rights of barkeepers and threatening the livelihood of many."
Rathmann said Stegmaier he had donated money to activists who want to take the regional government to court in a bid to have the ban reversed.
Germany has implemented a ban on smoking in bars and restaurants across most of the country in recent months. In the majority of states it took effect on January 1. But enforcement has been spotty at best and several states have even weakened the ban since then.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
White Elephants and the Tooth Fairy
Tomorrow I'm having a 1 euro sale here at the house. I've gathered up odds and ends, books, DVDs, clothes, shoes, decorations--all things that are too good to throw out but I don't want badly enough to move to yet another country. Too much trouble to actually price things, so everything is a Euro. I figure I'll move some stuff out and make a little coin for my upcoming Prague trip. So I've e-mailed a bunch of folks, but I also printed up some little handouts to give to people at school. I saw three Swedish women who all have first graders talking on the playground today and handed them each a flyer. One of them said, "What is a white elephant?" I tried to explain the concept, but I think I did a poor job because she asked, "And this is a term people really use?"
Maddie got some bad news today. Apparently, in Germany, the tooth fairy only comes for the first tooth you lose. Now the one under her pillow tonight is her first tooth, but she's already got three more that are loose. She's banking on the American tooth fairy to make the transatlantic trip for the next ones.
Maddie got some bad news today. Apparently, in Germany, the tooth fairy only comes for the first tooth you lose. Now the one under her pillow tonight is her first tooth, but she's already got three more that are loose. She's banking on the American tooth fairy to make the transatlantic trip for the next ones.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Stuff going on
Gettin a little bogged down in the details these days.
Am relieved that no one was hurt in LR with the tornadoes and so far I haven't heard of any property damage suffered by friends and family, although I've seen some harrowing pictures. So grateful that everyone is safe--particularly when the lead story one day this week on abcnews.com was "Tornado rips through Little Rock"
Skip is battling the debacle that is the new terminal 5 at Heathrow airport. What a mess! He was supposed to leave last night, but weather and terminal problems kept him here until this morning. He missed at least one meeting, but I think he got there in time for the one he really needed to make.
Our dishwasher is broken again and trying to get that fixed without Skip here to call or speak to the repair people means we need to involve our landlord in the process of coordinating. My food, dry cleaning and travel German doesn't work too well with dishwasher repair.
I am planning to go to Prague this weekend with friends, and even though I cleared it on the calendar a couple of months ago, I only cleared the weekend. Wasn't thinking that when Skip started planning his work trips to London that he didn't get in until late Friday night and would have to leave again Sunday evening. Now I have three different families involved in helping with Maddie so I can get away for one weekend. I'm hoping that it's really a lot of fun, because it's certainly been a lot of trouble!
Having an indoor garage sale on Wednesday trying to get rid of odds and ends. There is no Goodwill here, so I don't really know what to do with stuff that's too good to throw out, but not worth hauling to England. There are bins for clothes donations, but not for other things like kitchen stuff, books, DVD's, magazines, etc. We're also trying to sell some larger items that we don't want to take as well.
Am also trying to train my replacements to do the layout for the American Women's Club magazine. Two women who really want to help and learn are taking over, but we're starting from ground level and building up, so that's going to take some time. And I'm running out! I also have to get two more issues out before our departure.
This weekend we met some friends at one of our favorite restaurants, Myer and Freeman. It had rained all day, but in the late afternoon, the sky cleared and the temperature actually rose, so Skip and decided to walk and cut through the fields behind our house. We were at the restaurant about 10 minutes when my nose started to itch and my chest got tight. My skin started to feel itchy and I excused myself to the bathroom to find hives all over my stomach. One of our friends who drove hurried me back to the house where I quickly chewed some of Maddie's children's Benadryl. Whatever caused it, the Bendryl fixed it, although my chest hurt all day on Sunday. Not going to be cutting through those fields again anytime soon!
Mom and I are almost finished with the sequel to Was the Funeral Fun? She's doing some massive editing and I have one more chapter to write.
Maddie's big news is that she has moved up to chapter books at school. Now instead of reading a small book each night and making a comment on it, she'll read a chapter each night and complete a series of activities over the course of a week. She's very excited. I hope she's always this excited about her homework!
Won't see Skip until next Wednesday night. By the time he gets home from London, I'll be in Prague and when I get home, he'll have already departed.
And in late breaking news, the Maddie has just lost the tooth that has been loose since February!
Am relieved that no one was hurt in LR with the tornadoes and so far I haven't heard of any property damage suffered by friends and family, although I've seen some harrowing pictures. So grateful that everyone is safe--particularly when the lead story one day this week on abcnews.com was "Tornado rips through Little Rock"
Skip is battling the debacle that is the new terminal 5 at Heathrow airport. What a mess! He was supposed to leave last night, but weather and terminal problems kept him here until this morning. He missed at least one meeting, but I think he got there in time for the one he really needed to make.
Our dishwasher is broken again and trying to get that fixed without Skip here to call or speak to the repair people means we need to involve our landlord in the process of coordinating. My food, dry cleaning and travel German doesn't work too well with dishwasher repair.
I am planning to go to Prague this weekend with friends, and even though I cleared it on the calendar a couple of months ago, I only cleared the weekend. Wasn't thinking that when Skip started planning his work trips to London that he didn't get in until late Friday night and would have to leave again Sunday evening. Now I have three different families involved in helping with Maddie so I can get away for one weekend. I'm hoping that it's really a lot of fun, because it's certainly been a lot of trouble!
Having an indoor garage sale on Wednesday trying to get rid of odds and ends. There is no Goodwill here, so I don't really know what to do with stuff that's too good to throw out, but not worth hauling to England. There are bins for clothes donations, but not for other things like kitchen stuff, books, DVD's, magazines, etc. We're also trying to sell some larger items that we don't want to take as well.
Am also trying to train my replacements to do the layout for the American Women's Club magazine. Two women who really want to help and learn are taking over, but we're starting from ground level and building up, so that's going to take some time. And I'm running out! I also have to get two more issues out before our departure.
This weekend we met some friends at one of our favorite restaurants, Myer and Freeman. It had rained all day, but in the late afternoon, the sky cleared and the temperature actually rose, so Skip and decided to walk and cut through the fields behind our house. We were at the restaurant about 10 minutes when my nose started to itch and my chest got tight. My skin started to feel itchy and I excused myself to the bathroom to find hives all over my stomach. One of our friends who drove hurried me back to the house where I quickly chewed some of Maddie's children's Benadryl. Whatever caused it, the Bendryl fixed it, although my chest hurt all day on Sunday. Not going to be cutting through those fields again anytime soon!
Mom and I are almost finished with the sequel to Was the Funeral Fun? She's doing some massive editing and I have one more chapter to write.
Maddie's big news is that she has moved up to chapter books at school. Now instead of reading a small book each night and making a comment on it, she'll read a chapter each night and complete a series of activities over the course of a week. She's very excited. I hope she's always this excited about her homework!
Won't see Skip until next Wednesday night. By the time he gets home from London, I'll be in Prague and when I get home, he'll have already departed.
And in late breaking news, the Maddie has just lost the tooth that has been loose since February!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Amsterdam
The Canals of Amsterdam
One of the three staircases to our hotel room!
Maddie outside the Van Gogh museum next to a print of Van Gogh's Almond Blossoms with the buildings across the street reflected in the window
We got to Amsterdam at about 9:00 on Friday night and checked into the Hotel Filosof (Philosoph) in the museum district of Amsterdam. We were surprised to find that our room was across the street from the lobby of the hotel and up three flights of very narrow stairs. The hotel clerk helped us lug up all of our luggage and the room was really nice. Even a separate room for Maddie. The houses are so narrow in Amsterdam that they have hooks protruding from just under the roof. These are used as wenches so ropes can be used to hoist furniture up through the windows because there is no way you can get them up the narrow hallways and staircases. I can't seem to discover exactly why the houses are all so narrow. Skip thinks it might have had something to do with taxation laws once upon a time.
Our first stop Saturday morning was the Van Gogh museum. Skip is a fan and has wanted to to visit the whole time we've been in Germany. We had just agreed that I would stay with Maddie and when she got bored, we'd head down to the coffee shop and have a snack so Skip could enjoy the museum. But the museum has this great illustrated quiz pamphlet for kids. It was kind of like a Van Gogh scavenger hunt. So Maddie and I looked at all the paintings--answering questions about certain ones and trying to figure out which paintings little puzzle pieces on her quiz had come from. Even Skip, who already knew a lot about Van Gogh, learned some new things. We all had a great time. Skip got a print of Wheatfied with Crows which is thought to be Van Gogh's last painting, and Maddie even got a little lunchbox with her favorite--Almond Blossom. I pretty much struck out on my favorite--Bible as Still life--which only rated a postcard. I hadn't known that Van Gogh was a preacher's kid.
I have to brag on my daughter just a little. She asked the lady at the information desk if they also had any paintings by Claude Monet, and the lady said that they did. Then Maddie was a bit disappointed because none of them were of bridges and those are her favorite Monet paintings. Can't really complain about the education my kid is getting. And on that same note, because they have looked at a lot of these paintings at her school, when we got to the floor with all the Van Gogh's she said, "I've already seen all these." We had to tell her that theses are not just pictures. They are the actual paintings that Van Gogh actually painted. THEN she was impressed!
The weather was good that day, so we wandered around the canals of Amsterdam--steering clear of the Red Light District. It's a beautiful city. Full of bicycles. It is estimated that there are over 1 million bicycles in Amsterdam. We also opted out of the Anne Frank House. We just weren't ready to share that story with Maddie, yet. I really liked the city. Skip did, too, as far as cities go. That's our vacation tradeoff--he'd rather be in a quaint little village somewhere and I'd rather be in a crowded, off-beat city. I guess that's our life trade-off as well. We've been in quaint Kaiserswerth for two years and now we're headed off to London. Guess who's excited to go and who is sad to leave?
Back in Amsterdam, after quite a bit of walking and an ice cream break (at a shop where the owner was pleasantly surprised that Skip and I guessed that the icons behind his counter were Coptic and not Greek or Catholic), Skip took Maddie to a bead shop while I toured the Amsterdam Bible Museum, which was an odd assortment of really interesting items. A pastor back in the 18th century took it as his life's mission to make a large-scale model of what the temple looked like back in the days the Israelites were wandering around the dessert. Using the descriptions from the Bible and other research has created this entire depiction that takes up an area the size of our bedroom here in Germany. Also in the museum is someone else's model of Jerusalem as well as a history of the 3 major religions who consider the city Holy. There was an assortment of other interesting items relating to the church and it's history in Amsterdam. Then in the basement of the museum are two intact 18th century kitchens, because the museum is in what used to be a house, so they've kept the kitchens as they were so people can see what life was like then.
We knew today would be rainy so we headed to the NEMO kids museum. It's a big hands-on, figure stuff out kind of place. My favorite exhibit was this mirror table that Maddie got to sit out. The "mirror" was really a video screen that asked questions about her. What color was her hair? Can she roll her tongue? Does she have freckles? After each question, the screen told her what percentage of people had given the same answer to the question. At the end, it ran down all the questions and told her the percentage of people who had visited who gave the exact answer to all the questions that she had. Turns out, only 0.028 percent of the visitors where like her. The idea is to show kids how unique and special they are. I'm thinking one of those machines for our home so everyone who visits can use it! Maddie loved the museum and we liked it too, although, even all the info was in both English and in Dutch, Skip and I had some trouble figuring out how some of the things were supposed to work!
We had to hustle back to Dusseldorf so Skip could repack and head off to London. His new job starts this week, and the trade-off for not pulling Maddie out of school mid-semester is that he won't be around much.
Maddie goes back to school tomorrow and I will start to knock off items on an ever-growing "to-do" list. At least I know that we're moving and when it's going to happen. I have friends who may or may not be staying next year, but their company still hasn't let them know. Yikes!
One of the three staircases to our hotel room!
Maddie outside the Van Gogh museum next to a print of Van Gogh's Almond Blossoms with the buildings across the street reflected in the window
We got to Amsterdam at about 9:00 on Friday night and checked into the Hotel Filosof (Philosoph) in the museum district of Amsterdam. We were surprised to find that our room was across the street from the lobby of the hotel and up three flights of very narrow stairs. The hotel clerk helped us lug up all of our luggage and the room was really nice. Even a separate room for Maddie. The houses are so narrow in Amsterdam that they have hooks protruding from just under the roof. These are used as wenches so ropes can be used to hoist furniture up through the windows because there is no way you can get them up the narrow hallways and staircases. I can't seem to discover exactly why the houses are all so narrow. Skip thinks it might have had something to do with taxation laws once upon a time.
Our first stop Saturday morning was the Van Gogh museum. Skip is a fan and has wanted to to visit the whole time we've been in Germany. We had just agreed that I would stay with Maddie and when she got bored, we'd head down to the coffee shop and have a snack so Skip could enjoy the museum. But the museum has this great illustrated quiz pamphlet for kids. It was kind of like a Van Gogh scavenger hunt. So Maddie and I looked at all the paintings--answering questions about certain ones and trying to figure out which paintings little puzzle pieces on her quiz had come from. Even Skip, who already knew a lot about Van Gogh, learned some new things. We all had a great time. Skip got a print of Wheatfied with Crows which is thought to be Van Gogh's last painting, and Maddie even got a little lunchbox with her favorite--Almond Blossom. I pretty much struck out on my favorite--Bible as Still life--which only rated a postcard. I hadn't known that Van Gogh was a preacher's kid.
I have to brag on my daughter just a little. She asked the lady at the information desk if they also had any paintings by Claude Monet, and the lady said that they did. Then Maddie was a bit disappointed because none of them were of bridges and those are her favorite Monet paintings. Can't really complain about the education my kid is getting. And on that same note, because they have looked at a lot of these paintings at her school, when we got to the floor with all the Van Gogh's she said, "I've already seen all these." We had to tell her that theses are not just pictures. They are the actual paintings that Van Gogh actually painted. THEN she was impressed!
The weather was good that day, so we wandered around the canals of Amsterdam--steering clear of the Red Light District. It's a beautiful city. Full of bicycles. It is estimated that there are over 1 million bicycles in Amsterdam. We also opted out of the Anne Frank House. We just weren't ready to share that story with Maddie, yet. I really liked the city. Skip did, too, as far as cities go. That's our vacation tradeoff--he'd rather be in a quaint little village somewhere and I'd rather be in a crowded, off-beat city. I guess that's our life trade-off as well. We've been in quaint Kaiserswerth for two years and now we're headed off to London. Guess who's excited to go and who is sad to leave?
Back in Amsterdam, after quite a bit of walking and an ice cream break (at a shop where the owner was pleasantly surprised that Skip and I guessed that the icons behind his counter were Coptic and not Greek or Catholic), Skip took Maddie to a bead shop while I toured the Amsterdam Bible Museum, which was an odd assortment of really interesting items. A pastor back in the 18th century took it as his life's mission to make a large-scale model of what the temple looked like back in the days the Israelites were wandering around the dessert. Using the descriptions from the Bible and other research has created this entire depiction that takes up an area the size of our bedroom here in Germany. Also in the museum is someone else's model of Jerusalem as well as a history of the 3 major religions who consider the city Holy. There was an assortment of other interesting items relating to the church and it's history in Amsterdam. Then in the basement of the museum are two intact 18th century kitchens, because the museum is in what used to be a house, so they've kept the kitchens as they were so people can see what life was like then.
We knew today would be rainy so we headed to the NEMO kids museum. It's a big hands-on, figure stuff out kind of place. My favorite exhibit was this mirror table that Maddie got to sit out. The "mirror" was really a video screen that asked questions about her. What color was her hair? Can she roll her tongue? Does she have freckles? After each question, the screen told her what percentage of people had given the same answer to the question. At the end, it ran down all the questions and told her the percentage of people who had visited who gave the exact answer to all the questions that she had. Turns out, only 0.028 percent of the visitors where like her. The idea is to show kids how unique and special they are. I'm thinking one of those machines for our home so everyone who visits can use it! Maddie loved the museum and we liked it too, although, even all the info was in both English and in Dutch, Skip and I had some trouble figuring out how some of the things were supposed to work!
We had to hustle back to Dusseldorf so Skip could repack and head off to London. His new job starts this week, and the trade-off for not pulling Maddie out of school mid-semester is that he won't be around much.
Maddie goes back to school tomorrow and I will start to knock off items on an ever-growing "to-do" list. At least I know that we're moving and when it's going to happen. I have friends who may or may not be staying next year, but their company still hasn't let them know. Yikes!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Day of Bad News with a Twist Ending
Yuck. Not a feel good day today.
My parent's neighbor died after a painful battle with cancer. I suppose it's good news that her pain has ended, but still all in all quite sad news.
Last night a friend of mine here in Germany had to call an ambulance when she had a mysterious allergic reaction. It began right after she ate something she eats all the time, so the docs are running a battery of tests to see what has caused it because no one seems to know right now.
Our 10 year anniversary is Friday and attempts at celebratory gestures and gifts seems to be snakebit. We may just defer the 10-year celebration until the 11th year.
And I found out that my 20th high school reunion has been scheduled for October--not really a time when I think I'll be able to just pop over from London. I'm one of those people who actually liked the people I went to high school with and would have liked to have seen them before another 10 years go by.
Cousin Elke's father passed away today as well.
Then my husband comes home and rescues the anniversary debacle. Sinse my day hasn't gone so well and the seats are filling up, he gives me his gift early. Oh, yeah. We're going to see Bon Jovi in May in Gelsenkirchen. It is a confidant man who takes his wife to see her longest running crush for their anniversary.
My parent's neighbor died after a painful battle with cancer. I suppose it's good news that her pain has ended, but still all in all quite sad news.
Last night a friend of mine here in Germany had to call an ambulance when she had a mysterious allergic reaction. It began right after she ate something she eats all the time, so the docs are running a battery of tests to see what has caused it because no one seems to know right now.
Our 10 year anniversary is Friday and attempts at celebratory gestures and gifts seems to be snakebit. We may just defer the 10-year celebration until the 11th year.
And I found out that my 20th high school reunion has been scheduled for October--not really a time when I think I'll be able to just pop over from London. I'm one of those people who actually liked the people I went to high school with and would have liked to have seen them before another 10 years go by.
Cousin Elke's father passed away today as well.
Then my husband comes home and rescues the anniversary debacle. Sinse my day hasn't gone so well and the seats are filling up, he gives me his gift early. Oh, yeah. We're going to see Bon Jovi in May in Gelsenkirchen. It is a confidant man who takes his wife to see her longest running crush for their anniversary.
Easter
We had a relaxing Easter Sunday here in Dusseldorf. It was the one day when the weather was nice.
The church service itself was not particularly invigorating or celebratory, but it's always moving to worship with people who come from all over the world. Although it's a British church, there are people from Africa, Indian, Malaysia and other parts of the world who attend. It was a communion Sunday and it irks Maddie that she doesn't get to take communion. She can only go up and receive a blessing. It's an open table, but not to children who haven't been confirmed. Kind of irks me too.
The US consulate general to Duesseldorf was in attendance with his wife and two of this three children, and I'm guessing he wasn't too happy when the prayers of the people included prayers for Iraq after five years of occupation. Guess the global view of that situation is a little different outside of America.
I am now back to being a meat eater. I'm not sure how much good giving up meat did me--spiritually or health wise. I did have moments in restaurants where I felt quite proud and righteous for forgoing my favorite meals there, but I think that may be missing the point. In theory, I would like to remain a vegetarian not for animal rights or health reasons, but in order to to have a smaller footprint on this planet. And I think I will try to eat veggie more often, but giving up meat entirely is just too inconvenient--particularly here in Germany. I think next year, Lent is going to have to be a money thing.
Easter Monday is a holiday here and we woke up to a winter wonderland. Snow covered the ground and continued to fall until about 9 a.m. We had our friends the Fosters over for brunch and ate so much that I wasn't hungry the rest of the day. I think the addition of meat back into my diet may have also had something to do with it.
On a literary note, Skip has completed all of the Harry Potter books, in German. He's been working through them for a little over a year. He'll have to find a new series.
Maddie is out of school the rest of this week as well. This is a child who needs to be in school. When she's out of her structure, she gets obsessed about what's coming up next and that's all she can think about. Skip and I have banned her from talking about her birthday party (in MAY!) and her upcoming trip to the movies with friends, because she's about to drive us crazy! We've told her it's fine to be excited and to think about it, but discussing it every hour has got to stop.
Shops are open again, so Maddie and I will be heading into Dusseldorf to buy an anniversary present for Skip. If Maddie can make it to Friday without spilling the beans, it will be a miracle!
The church service itself was not particularly invigorating or celebratory, but it's always moving to worship with people who come from all over the world. Although it's a British church, there are people from Africa, Indian, Malaysia and other parts of the world who attend. It was a communion Sunday and it irks Maddie that she doesn't get to take communion. She can only go up and receive a blessing. It's an open table, but not to children who haven't been confirmed. Kind of irks me too.
The US consulate general to Duesseldorf was in attendance with his wife and two of this three children, and I'm guessing he wasn't too happy when the prayers of the people included prayers for Iraq after five years of occupation. Guess the global view of that situation is a little different outside of America.
I am now back to being a meat eater. I'm not sure how much good giving up meat did me--spiritually or health wise. I did have moments in restaurants where I felt quite proud and righteous for forgoing my favorite meals there, but I think that may be missing the point. In theory, I would like to remain a vegetarian not for animal rights or health reasons, but in order to to have a smaller footprint on this planet. And I think I will try to eat veggie more often, but giving up meat entirely is just too inconvenient--particularly here in Germany. I think next year, Lent is going to have to be a money thing.
Easter Monday is a holiday here and we woke up to a winter wonderland. Snow covered the ground and continued to fall until about 9 a.m. We had our friends the Fosters over for brunch and ate so much that I wasn't hungry the rest of the day. I think the addition of meat back into my diet may have also had something to do with it.
On a literary note, Skip has completed all of the Harry Potter books, in German. He's been working through them for a little over a year. He'll have to find a new series.
Maddie is out of school the rest of this week as well. This is a child who needs to be in school. When she's out of her structure, she gets obsessed about what's coming up next and that's all she can think about. Skip and I have banned her from talking about her birthday party (in MAY!) and her upcoming trip to the movies with friends, because she's about to drive us crazy! We've told her it's fine to be excited and to think about it, but discussing it every hour has got to stop.
Shops are open again, so Maddie and I will be heading into Dusseldorf to buy an anniversary present for Skip. If Maddie can make it to Friday without spilling the beans, it will be a miracle!
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