Archives for May 2010

Three hundred four and counting

I was noodling around my dashboard page this morning, only to discover that this is my 304th post!  I can’t believe that I’ve had that much to say (or not say, as it were).  I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I was not blessed with the virtue of “stick with it-ness”.  I start and stop an awful lot of stuff.  Jobs, hobbies, friendships, exercise plans.  You name it, I’ve likely tried it and quit already.

But not so with blogging.  I’ve waxed and waned, but I keep coming back and I have to credit you with that. Yes, you my friend.  Thanks for reading.  Thanks for your emails and comments and kind words.  Thanks for laughing at the funny bits, and commiserating over the sad ones.  Thanks for taking a few minutes out of your day to spend time here in this little spot of mine.

If you’ve never taken the chance to say hello, then please do leave a comment.  And while you’re introducing yourself, let me know what you’d like to see more of around here.  Photos, books, expat life, faith, Ethan’s latest quotes?  Whatever floats your fancy.  Looking forward to “meeting” you!  (And if we’re already acquainted, I’d love to hear your thoughts too).


Same old, same old

It is getting more and more difficult to post these days.  I’m assuming no one wants to read another blog post about IKEA or the grocery store?  Unfortunately folks, that’s all I’ve got.  Life as an expat sounds exciting on paper, but when it comes down to it, much of the daily stuff is the same.  I make oatmeal in the morning and play referee or taxi driver in the afternoons.  I fold laundry and fuss over dinner and paint my toes in front of the tv.

Michael is traveling in the US this week, so we are here and he is there and it is hard.  I’m focusing on the positive, that being all of the goodies he will stock up on while in NJ.  If anyone sees a man/pack mule in Newark airport struggling with two suitcases worth of pantry items and a BBQ strapped to his back, would you kindly lend a hand?  And then remind him to bring me an Us magazine.


Weekend Wanderings part two

Because of my compulsive need for order and organization, we have spent many weekends at home unpacking or off making really uninspiring home purchases.  However, a few weekends back, before the three weeks of constant rain and trips to Ikea, we went for a family hike.  Spring was still playing hide and seek, so we enjoyed the sparse beauty of bare branches and fallen leaves under foot.  I’m anxious to go again and capture the bloom.

Have a lovely weekend!


Perfectly Imperfect

The Swiss experience is not shaping up to be exactly as I had imagined it.  I pictured myself sitting in a lovely cafe with the alps as my backdrop, writing, thinking and perfecting my chic European look.  The reality is more like this…me walking aimlessly in the grocery store for the 283rd time this month, list writing, and perfecting my “I’m going to nod and pretend that I know what you’re saying to me Mr. Swiss German, but I really don’t have a clue” look.  Somewhere along the way there has been a disconnect between what I imagined and my reality. 

It makes a soul weary, this imagined life.  I grow weary of the desire for perfection.  The desire for every situation to be flawlessly planned and perfectly executed.  For the end result to measure up.  For me to measure up.

I want to practice reality and not regret, imperfection and not the impossible. Where real life is better and messier and more complex and far richer than anything I ever imagined.  I wish that for you too.


Summer state of mind

Listening to an international radio station has it’s ups and downs.  Swiss German banter is sandwiched between anything from Bon Jovi to French Rap to Brit Pop to the occasional 1970’s Donna Summer’s hit.  It’s a veritable smorgasborg of musical genres, which generally leaves me feeling confused and disoriented. 


But not this morning.  This morning on the way to school, between sibling talk of how to pronounce “Michael Buble” (it’s Blue-Blay, no it’s Boob-lay, get it? BOOB-Lay. Cheeky grin.), we stumbled on this Jack Johnson gem. 
Jack Johnson puts me in a summer state of mind.  His music is all afternoon sun on dark waves.
It’s sea soaked polka dots and arms lifted to the breeze.
It’s best friends and fire pits and s’mores on a hot, buggy summer’s eve.
And for a few minutes in my borrowed station wagon on an ordinary rainy day in a foreign land, it was all sunflowers and sunshine.
I’m unwrapping these gifts today over at Chatting at the Sky.  Hop on over for Tuesday’s Unwrapped.