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Now I feel German. We’ve had the first of our moving glitches. Telekom has turned off our phone 1 week earlier than agreed on. No phone, no internet . . . not a single luxury, like Robinso – ok you get the point.
Might be a bit scarce til this gets sorted.
We have the key and the landlord has a small list of things that need to get repaired. There is a door latch that’s broken.
Day 1 of the move involved MG refilling all of the holes in the walls. I stayed with him last night while he removed all of the lightswitch and electrical socket plates.
Someone had to be there to call 911 (or whatever it is) if he stuck that screwdriver somewhere it didn’t belong. He insisted the screwdriver was designed for that, but I don’t believe him.
Today he is taping, taping, taping and riding over to Telekom to give them a piece of our collective minds.
The mooselet is off to gay Paree for a couple of days. The trains are running again over there which means it’s back to rioting season. C’est la vie parisienne, or something.
Anybody far enough down south that they would be interested in a local meet-up in Karlsruhe? I am thinking a low-key chance to visit one of our two new Starbucks cafes. Other suggestions are welcome. Glühwein/Kinderpunsch at the Christmas market anyone?
I have one definite, but she is returning from a tour of the Americas 
at the start of the year. Molly, my faithful commenter, has also expressed interest. I walked up to a random English speaking stranger on the street yesterday, poor thing, and gave her my number. Maybe she will call and I have to harrass the neice of an aquaintance of my mothers – who just happens to live about 500 m from here.
The long and short of it is, I am up for a local( KA) or semi-local (Heidelberg-ish) meetup or both. I don’t pull a whole lot of traffic here, but if you are interested too, drop me a line, or even better post on it, and hopefully, we could get a group together for an afternoon some time.
Here’s a chance to get those synapses firing again and to do a good thing simultaneously.
Short but sweet – vocabulary game, 10 grains of rice to the poor for each right answer.
I can’t get above a 44. Apparantly to be supersmart, you have to get to 48. All in the FAQ, kiddies.
HT: Eve Tushnet
Despite well-meanng advice, I haven’t made much of an attempt to find a new job. I have continued to learn, and there is no doubt I know significantly more than I did at the start. I have made a few phone calls recently that I wouldn’t have made earlier, and have sent out a few faxes and emails that didn’t need so much correction, but for the most part my writing still requires heavy reworking. I am still not at a point where I have skills that would make me truly marketable.
The week before last we had a madatory celebratory dinner that ran til 11:30 PM (read: I got to bed at 1 AM) in a week where I was overloaded. I still am furious, but I just had 1,5 extra days off and I am OK for the moment. My scheduling this week is going to be tight because of the vacation days, but perhaps I can rack up a little comp time for the move. Last week, I wound up back in the office Thanksgiving morning, which I was supposed to have off – doing recalculations for a project I thought I had finished weeks ago. The higher up who had signed off on the project was speeding away to Switzerland, but his failure to process my “It won’t work like this” meant I was in the office wanting to scream “Happy $%&$ Thanksgiving” under my breath from 7:30 to noon Thursday.
But then I was swept off to little America by my sister mg or the Mooslet and MG and all was right with the world . . .
Everyone else at the office is a bit swamped, too. We’ve been offered “too many” projects, and the normal down-time of the year (sauere Gurken Zeit) is going to be anything but – apparantly it was last year as well, and that was one of the reasons I got hired. So here we are.
But we are in good health, my parents and in-laws are in good health, my sister is here, and we are moving. There are things I want (even more than better kitchen tiles) that we haven’t gotten yet – but for the next 15 minutes, I have a bit of space from it and a little peace.
off to write some Christmas cards in my 15 minutes – take care ya’ll
so I will merely offer the following.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God.
“It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.”
To all my fellow sojourners and my fellow Americans and to everyone – Happy Thanksgiving.
“whatever . . .” ought to get me back to highschool level. Personally, I think it was the use of “aprapo” that put me over the top.
Thanks to the American in Bad Homburg for tagging me. . .off we go
I have a scar on my chin. In the town baby pool (depth 1 ft.) my sister (not the one that comments here) rammed me in the face with a plastic boat. No stitches, but it was the first time
since my birth I was to the hospital for care.
I may very well write in Steven Cobert for President. But being that the postage for a ballot costs a fortune, maybe not.
Earlier in my life, I was a very poor keeper of secrets. I am much improved.
I used to be able to connect large portions of the history of the monarchs of England through books and films.
I love the ocean, especially in Autumn and I love the mountains. I have lived in both and now live in neither. There is a distressing dearth of lighthouses in Baden.
My father read to us as children. The first book was Heidi and we read Sunday mornings. Later, we had to do the dishes every night and he read to us then. Twain, Dumas, Longfellow, Alcott, Morely, Caroll – what a gift. I can’t imagine my life without them.
God made me to know Him, to love Him, and to serve Him in this world, and to be happy with Him forever in the next. (For those not in on the “joke” – trust me, this says volumes.)
I tag
Dixie Peach
In Search of Dessert
Stepping Stones
Here are the rules:
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself: some random, some weird.
3. Tag 3 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs
I have added a few more names to the blog roll on the right. I have much more in my google reader, and even that needs updating. Some people (you may or may not know who you are) aren’t listed cause the occaisional post is too graphic, or too hardcore Catholic (Paul ) – I am an equal opportunity discrimator. I hope to add more soon, but I just spent an hour adding stuff to the reader this morning so it is going to have to wait.
No snow here – but it’s cooooold. (i know, i know, waaaah).
But these sure are purdy.
Mausi’s not the only one with a new washing machine. I am betting that her German didn’t push the drain pipe back into the machine, though. Mine thought “What a great idea! I can store the extra hose inside the machine!” The problem was, that that put the hose too close to the motor and we had water all over the floor 4 days after we got the machine. Thank God for forgiving service men, who are willing to turn a blind eye to customer error. (Although, if the hose must stay positioned exactly as it is, there should be a piece holding it in place – imho.)
Nothing cute this entry. We went to Vienna because I had the opportunity to be at the funeral of someone who I knew only fleetingly, but who was ready to welcome me into her life and into her home. Whether that had anything to do with me at all, or only out of love for her nephew, I wil
l never know, but she was a force unto herself and I always connect her in my mind with the pleasure she found in the good things in life – good food and good music. I had wanted to get back to Vienna to say good-bye, but did not imagine it would be this way or so soon.
I can only hope that these pictures give some impression of the way I remember her. Laughing and enjoying life.
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