Okay, there is so much I want to tell y’all, but this one has to be about Halloween. Such as it is. It’s not a lot.
Now, I loved Halloween as a kid. Kelly gets WAY into it, and I can totally sympathize, if I lived in the States, I would too. But Halloween has a history there. Here, it’s basically just a new excuse for selling crappy knick-knacks. Continue reading
This is a long post, sorry.
What to say? How to say it? Situations with Georg, the Best-Friend-In-Law (aka Ignatz’s godfather) tend to generate a lot of text, because there is SO much backstory, and things come on SO gradually, that by the time my head’s clear enough to write about it, I have significant ‘splaining to do. So here is a previous incident, if you’d like to get a feel for the sort of relationship we have. Continue reading
Well, hm. Ignatz had his first taekwondo test a couple Saturdays ago, and of course the Sniglet and I wanted to see that so we went along to the TKD school’s headquarters in Munich. The “test” turned out to be a master class with one of the school’s founders, followed by a tournament, and then everybody’s tests, and not just our local branch of the school, but also Munich and Rosenheim and… Landshut? Probably. Anyway, it took the whole day. But Ignatz got his yellow-white belt, hooray! We are very proud. Continue reading
Righty-o, if you haven’t read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yet – oh what am I saying? If you haven’t finished it by now, you’re probably not interested in Harry Potter anyway. Unless you’re my niece Phoebe, and you had to wait for both your brothers to finish the book before you could get your hands on it, in which case you’re still at Chapter 7 or so, and that is of course wholly understandable. So Phoebe? If you’re reading this, don’t read this. Continue reading
This is amazing, this is fan-freaking-tastic (sorry y’all, my niece reads this sometimes), no, more than that – it’s inspired. This is my awesome for the day. Seriously. You gotta see this.
Well, he finally got in around 2 p.m., and I picked him up at the airport and we went straight to Munich and work (part of his job in London involves research, and the libraries in Munich are pretty good). On Saturday I went to the Vaterstetten Wool Market with Elemmaciltur and Amanda, which was fun but not hugely eventful. And on Sunday we went to a lake and played mini-golf, and then I took the Sniglet to a market here in OurTown – it’s not an artisan-type thing, just a bunch of people selling stuff you could get in any store, but still, it’s fun to get out.
And DrBob installed Lilu’s cat door and fixed the shower-curtain rod. It was what I think of as a normal weekend for other people, such as we never get to have because we’re always working. And it was nice.
Tonight I took him back to the airport. He won’t be gone as long this time: a long time ago we decided that since he was coming home every other weekend, it was more important for him to be home for the Sniglet’s birthday (the 26th) than for mine (the 21st), but last week he booked a flight for this coming weekend to be home for my birthday – that’s my present. I think that’s pretty funny, but I figured out early on that I don’t get to tease him about it (for me, is it? You’re sure this is a present for me?).
That’s all. Just life. How are you?
Song du jour of the day: Destination, by the Church.
DrBob is not coming home tonight after all. British Airways pushed his departure time back and back and back, and then finally cancelled it around 10:30, which would theoretically force him to re-book, except that their booking office is closed. Now, in a civilized country, when an airline screws up like this they put you in a hotel for the night. BA gave him… a list of phone numbers for hotels in the area. If they’re booked solid, I guess he’s SOL.
BA is in the news for labor trouble fairly often. It’s obvious they treat their employees like crap. Clearly, they’ve decided to extend this policy to the customers as well. This will disrupt my day tomorrow, and ruin his. Damn, damn, damn. British Airways, you suck donkey balls.
Right, I keep meaning to address this. Thanks to various readers for the kudos on surviving temporary single momhood, but I don’t really feel like I deserve them, because it’s actually not all that hard.
Here’s the thing. Continue reading