*warning: this post contains few pictures of life in Germany; if you want nifty pictures of lovely sights, please see most of the previous posts.
*warning 2: this post is a little whiney-er than most other posts. I don’t feel good, and I’m tired, and I’m a little bit lonely. I just wanted to give you an out before you got too far into it in case this isn’t the sort of thing you want to read right now. Please come back soon. I promise to be more cheerful later…
We’ve now been out of Atlanta for four weeks. And I was cold today. Like in my bones, the kind of cold that just makes you tired (I’m going to give insomnia a pass on this one, I think that the cold alone would have made me tired, even if I had slept most of any night in the last week, which I haven’t). The kind of cold that you need a hot chocolate for… And I miss my cat. I can talk to and email with and Facebook with (that’s right, in this post, I’m even giving myself a pass to verb nouns!) and even see a lot of people through Magic Jack (we, meaning I, figured out this week that Google voice charges for long-distance on international calls, but I got a handy-dandy Magic Jack app on my phone that allows for free, unlimited calls to the US and Canada; so… if you are resistant to using Apple’s technology wunderkind “FaceTime,” hit me up to call you on Magic Jack!; the Google voice number works for text messages, though, so it is good for something) and FaceTime and whatnot, but Kramer’s magic is in holding him, having lap time with him. That just doesn’t translate well into the available technology.
In any case… the pancake situation has dramatically improved (Kramer likes pancakes, too; mostly, for him, it’s the butter, but he’s a fan regardless). I’m not ready to call it “White Lily” good, but it’s pretty darn good. I think that it helped A LOT that I ordered some of the worst pancakes of all-time while in Heidelberg (seriously, I’ve been debating for several days whether the cardboard I was served was better or worse than the burned up gummy mess of 3 weeks ago); since then, my pancakes with the do-it-yourself-self-rising-flour have tasted pretty darn good (if I do say so myself…). And we now have coriander blatter (aka cilantro), cumin, cayenne pepper, basil, etc., so there aren’t as many complete and total culinary travesties.
Kramer isn’t as much a fan of these flavors as I am, but nobody said that it’s a cat-friendly world. Just ask Kramer. Even though it sounds like he gets away with something close to murder, he feels pretty darn pent-up – caged in, if you will… (Before anyone becomes alarmed that Kramer has been abandoned, please know that he is continuing to live with his best friend (Daddy) and the other person Daddy lives with (this is from Kramer’s point of view; Momma); there is no animal cruelty associated with this adventure).
Don’t get me wrong; I really miss a lot of people (including my family… And my friends… And having coworkers… And just being able to eavesdrop on the next conversation over at the cafe (well, let’s face it, even calling it a cafe is an indication that it has been a long time already…)… well, mostly it is my family and friends, of course. And a lot of things (including the ability to drive in a safe fashion on roads on which there are other drivers… and lightbulbs that turn on immediately… and ceiling fans (despite the persistent chill in the air, I really miss my ceiling fan)… And Starbucks, good grief do I miss Starbucks (literally, right in my backyard; when it was available to me, I probably average)… And… And… And…
None of that is to say that I don’t enjoy being here, and that I haven’t seen a whole lot of really cool things that have both touched my heart and brought a smile to my face. But… The best thing is that when laundry day rolled around again, Mike asked, “can you show me how to do the laundry?” 🙂 that’s right folks. I’m a housewife who doesn’t do laundry. And I’m still whiney.