Monthly Archives: November 2012

back again. again

Wow, going to Munich for the weekend is getting to be like going to London for work – totally routine and not at all adventure-y. The airports are getting too familiar.

So, lalala, flew to Munich, met the Sniglet at the train station where he’d come in from school and then hung around for an hour and a half waiting for me to come meet him – when I found him he was with a couple of train station cops, always a shining parental moment. He could have spent the extra time at school instead of catching the early ride to the S-Bahn station, but you know, Friday. You want to get out.  Continue reading


I mean to post daily, or at least open up the blog once a day, if not to write then to clean up around here – that book on Portugal? I read that before we went to Portugal, in August. Since then I’ve read Old Man’s War, Dracula, Pereira Maintains, and Portnoy’s Complaint, so I should definitely update my book page. And read more books. Gah, there are So Many Books! Must read all the books!

In other news, I have a job interview on Monday in Munich, so I’m flying down on Friday to spend the weekend with the Sniglet, then go to the job interview and fly back. Did you know the Sniglet came up to visit? No, because I don’t keep up with the dang blog! But he did, we drove down for his birthday, which was on a Friday which (timing WIN!) was the last day of school before the All Saints’ Day school vacation week that the Catholic states get, so we drove back up with him and he spend the week here and we watched ALL of the first SIX Star Trek movies – yes, even the first one – yes, even the fifth one! We are hardcore Trekkies, y’all. And lo, it was awesome.

We also went to Rotterdam and did a harbor tour, and I took pictures, which is essentially why I haven’t blogged, probably – because the next entry was supposed to be about that, and I haven’t been in the mood to crop and post and caption a bunch of pictures. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow. Along with all the other stuff I have to wrap up, because I’m suddenly flying to Munich on Friday.

Song du jour of the day: Singapore, by Tom Waits


We are in receipt of the historical documents…

Oy, sorry for the long silence, I’ve been either too busy to write or too depressed to be funny. What can I say, it’s fall, and it’s raining.

Anyway! My brother, who, as we’ve established, is more awesome than your brother, sent me an Artefact! It’s our mom’s old phone book, and I love it because there’s so much of her character in it, and because she always had it – it was a tiny thread of continuity in a childhood so full of change that by the time stability was available I didn’t know how to hold onto it.

There’s her name on the inside cover, and the date she started it – 1973! And she lists all of her addresses below, and the dates when she moved to them, which is actually helpful information, because I don’t remember when things happened, but I can remember things like, oh, “yellow flocked wallpaper, must’ve been the living room on E street, that’d make it about 1985 or so.”

You can see lots of scratching out, because her friends were as transient as she was (I myself have half a page of cross-outs, Wite-Out, and Post-Its pasted over obsolete information, in the A (for Anna) section). There’s also water damage, I don’t remember when that happened, but it was pretty devastating because she liked to use markers.  I bet she chose the color for each person very carefully, too. She was like that.

Aaaand one evening when Nate and I were home alone, we made our own additions! You can see one at the bottom of the page there, Poo Poo. There’s also Doorknob (home and work), Rooster Is Dead, Refrorator (probably Refrigerator), and Underwear even had an address, which I will not reveal here – I wouldn’t want to encourage any potential stalkers. I remember a great deal of giggling in the dining room on Garrison street, so we would’ve been 9 or so. Much later, when I was an adult (or as close as I’ve managed to get, anyway) I asked her if she was mad about that, and she said no of course not, it was so creative and funny.

I sure do miss her. If you still have your mom, hug her, okay?

Song du jour of the day: There’s No Such Place, by Augie March.