I haven’t written a new blog post in over two weeks. I have several half written posts, but nothing is interesting enough to keep me at it to finish. My attention span is zero, I am chasing squirrels. Even with all of the awesome writing prompts that the lovely Lorna at Gin and Lemonade has created, still zip, zero, a big fat nada from me. So, here I am, blogging about not blogging.
I have been trying to keep busy though.
Jack and I have been going on lots of walks through the woods. Newt and I discuss the state of the world, and how he is such a lucky cat to be living in Germany. (Me too, I am so lucky to be living here!) My laundry is all caught up, and I have vacuumed under the bed. (Yikes! There was a hairball under there the size of two huskies!). Cheyenne and I rearranged all of the furniture in the living room/dining room, and cleaned like it was Spring. I also managed to throw my back out with said efforts.
It’s several weeks after the disastrous moving event, and my back is finally feeling better. I can put my own shoes on again, without help that is. Lesson learned, my fragile, nurses back is not meant for furniture moving. But the room does look much better with this arrangement.
We went to an Oktoberfest here in Huerth and Dirk drank a bunch of beer. (A mini version of the original Oktoberfest held in the Bavarian region). I had a big Bretzel and stood around looking fancy in my new Dirndl. Dirk looked dashing in his Lederhosen. He also bought a giant cookie for me to hang around my neck, not sure why I needed to wear said cookie around my neck. But, the other women were very jealous that he bought one for me and not them. So, it must be a thing. It had writing on it, translated to English it means, Huerth Honey. So, there you have it.
I don’t get to go out into the world as much since we got Jack. I am not complaining at all, I love our multiple, daily walks. ( And I secretly, not so secretly, LOVE being a bit of a hermit). But he does have severe separation anxiety, and can not be left home alone, even for brief outings. He sings the sorrowful songs of his people if he thinks he has been left behind. I tried to take the trash out alone a few days ago, I could hear his howls ringing out through the closed window. I am sure the neighbors were thrilled.
Look at this sweetie! Sleeping in my chair, a chair that is supposedly off limits.
We have our first real vacation planned for the end of this week. We will be off to St. Moritz in Switzerland for a few days. (Cheyenne will be home, caring for Jack and Newt). I have great hopes that this trip will lead to some fun things to write about. (Or not so fun things, it is an 8 hour car trip after all.) If not, at least I will have a lovely time, swimming, reading and lounging whilst Dirk plays hockey. Or at least, that is the plan for now…