Monthly Archives: August 2008

looking forward

So DrBob talked to a BankDude in the Netherlands about buying a house, and we have a sort of baseline number for how much money they’ll be willing to lend us. It’s based on assumptions that may not turn out to be true (e.g., that I won’t work. I almost certainly will, but there’s no way to know how much I’ll earn, so we can’t really take that into account), but you need to establish a few basic things so you can move on to doing the math. Continue reading


not dealing

You know the sound, oh yes you do – the sound of a small body hitting a big piece of glass, like when a cat runs full-tilt into a sliding glass door, or a bird flies into a plate glass window. Well, I heard that yesterday morning, and found a dead female blackbird (only the males are black, the females are brown, which doesn’t seem fair) on TOP of the glassed-in patio. She seems to have fallen out of the sky. DrBob theorizes that she hit my office window and fell back onto the patio roof, and I just didn’t hear the second thwap. That may be so. In any case, dead thing. Decay. Bacteria. Serious skeevage. I had to leave her there while I worked up the nerve to climb out onto the patio roof and push her off with a broom. Then I needed another hour before I could pick her up with a hand-broom and dustpan, carry her around the house and fling her into the woods. Then I had to wash my hands fifty times and walk around saying “Ew, ew, EEEWWWW!” for awhile.

This morning it was the small-tortured-animal sound. Fufu had a mouse – a baby one, I believe. Some yelling, some dithering, and then I cornered Fufu and picked her up, with the mouse in her mouth, and tried to carry her outside so she could finish her business there. I felt bad for the mouse, but you know, it is the nature of cats to torment mice and I accepted that when I signed up to be a cat owner. So, Not In My House is established policy, and we were proceeding toward the front door when she dropped the damn thing. Well, I couldn’t give it back to her, so I tossed her outside and shut the inner door, trapping the mouse in the front hall, which I have just now decided to call the foyer. I like that word.

What was I talking about? Oh. I went to get a magazine and a glass, to capture the injured mouse and put it outside in the woods, to escape and possibly recover (or possibly get caught and killed by one of my cats, but at least not in my house, dangit), but the mouse managed to limp behind A Furniture. Not sure what to do now. Capture it and put it outside, of course, but I suspect this is a two-person job, and I’m alone here. Except for two cats, who I am sure would not be helpful.

I’m sure I’ll figure something out, but at the moment, I’m just sort of pretending the whole thing is not true.

Song du jour of the day: Coconut, by Harry Nilsson

fun with German

Ha! I just learned a new phrase, and it was so cool that I had to dig out the chiclet-laptop to share it: you know the English idiom, “a bone to pick”? Means you’re miffed about something someone has done and you want to tell them? The German equivalent is “ein hühnchen zu rupfen” – a chicken to pluck.

Hee hee.

Song du jour of the day: Diddy Wah Diddy, by Ry Cooder.


I’m putting a lot of effort into Not Thinking About the fact that there’s been no word at all from the people who are supposed to fix my computer. I’m sure that’s a good sign, somehow…

Okay, but there has been good stuff happening! Wow, I didn’t realize how much time I spend at the computer, because since I haven’t been doing that, things are getting clean! And organized! And some things are getting gone, recycled or donated or otherwise off my to-do list. There’s a big metal container-thing where we can drop used clothes, which are then shipped to Africa to destroy the local textile industries, or else they are shredded to make cushion stuffing right here in Germany (reports vary on the ultimate destiny of cast-off clothes), and I have dumped lots of bags in there. Without even once looking inside to make extra sure that I really don’t need them anymore – that tendency has been my undoing on previous occasions. Continue reading