I awoke from a sleep which had reached such depths that within moments, I was ready to slumber once again. Hours filled with such emotion will do that to a person. Yet, there is a benefit to waking up to these mornings…there is crispness in the air and my mornings are all the more wonderful because of it. I am not one of the pumpkin spice latte people, but I sure do appreciate fall. Cooler weather and darkier darkness. I love it.
Tuesdays are not the best way to come off a holiday weekend – not when I have to be up the hill by 8:30. The great thing is I discovered that I’m not late – even though we left 10 minutes later than planned. I made it to school and…long day, yet a good day. I’m not necessarily “accepted” yet by many of the kids, but that’s ok. All in good time.
As I headed home, I thought of two things: my bed and a European road trip when I was a kid. Let’s hit these one at a time, shall we? When I get into my bed each night in my evening wear, I tell my beloved (the bed) the same thing each night: “Oh my god, I love you so much!” and I mean it with every fiber of my being. I spend the next few moments reacquainting myself with this beloved piece of furniture. I know this sounds somewhat perverse, but I can assure you it isn’t. Next topic: When I was about 9-12, we went on a 2 day road trip from Zurich Switzerland to our cabin in Pack, Austria. It’s a tiny little dorf (village) in Styria on top of the mountain near my father’s hometown of Köflach. On this 2-day road trip, I sat in the backseat of my Tanti’s Volkswagen, behind my mom, who was, in the beginning, a passenger. It was a terrific drive. Andrea and I had tape cassette and listened Euro hits all the way to Austria. I remember incredible views, delicious rolls with butter, orange Fanta and a beautiful hotel with the fluffiest duvet. The duvets Americans know are like slices of bread: thin. Yet these – like the fluffiest of marshmallows. Damn, how I wanted to give my kids a taste of that.
When I got home from work– I returned two phone calls. Not gonna say, but fingers crossed.
Had a delightful talk with the ex-mister, then spent a wonderful evening with my children. It has been a long day and I plan on returning to that glorious bed. I can see why I’m single…that bed is stiff competition (no pun intended).
Picture: My henna looks more like liver spots. <frowny-face>
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