Archives for March 2011

Suggestions

Michael has been steadily trying to convince me that I should go to the apple store in Zurich today in order to queue for the release of the ipad2.

Please.

He can not be serious.

Tomorrow is my last very long run (22mi.) before the marathon in 4weeks. I am dreading it enough as it is, and to attempt to do it on legs that have been waiting for hours on end for an ipad? I think not.

He suggested I bring a lawn chair.

I suggested he run 22 miles.

He suggested that maybe I don’t actually run on Saturdays, but instead head off for a coffee at Starbucks for three hours then splash myself with water to appear sweaty.

I suggested (under my breath) something that does not bear repeating here.

Aaaahhh, the final weeks of training. They do require a mental fortitude that I’m not sure I possess.

In other news, E has been away on a three day snowboarding trip to Davos. He arrives home this evening, and I can’t wait to get my arms around that boy’s neck.

Happy weekending!

Kimberly

Mama’s in the corner


Spring is nearly here. The world seems to be falling apart bit by bit, and still forsythia blooms and my children wake up to sturdy, sunbathed walls.

Watching the nightly news is becoming an exercise in faith, and yet my life goes on much as it did before. For this I am so grateful, and though I come to this little place and talk about the everyday, my heart is full of bigger things too.

This spring will bring with it a few changes. Michael will be starting graduate school as well as working his usual hours. This will probably mean more travel and general craziness, but as usual we figure there is no time like the present.

I will be running the London Marathon in April, after which I suspect the sight of running shoes might send me shrieking into the corner. Two marathons in six months = moron. I think I’m going to have to wrestle this one into submission, and I’m not feeling so good about it. This is an example of ‘no time like the present’ gone horribly wrong. Learn from my mistakes, friends.

One of the kids will be going away for three days on a skiing trip to a well known Swiss resort, and one will be going to England on a week long sightseeing tour culminating in a West End show in London. Again, I might be found sobbing in the corner. This releasing them…it hurts and stretches this mama, but in the best way possible.

So we will stretch and aim and embrace new things because there’s no time like the present.

Kimberly

About time…

for some photographs. I have been terribly remiss in keeping up with things here. It can be difficult to come up with new ways of saying ‘Today I bagged two lunches, ran three loads of laundry, pondered a new way to make chicken appear appetizing, and spent two hours shuttling my kids back and forth’. Rinse and repeat, every dang week. That sounds ungrateful, which it isn’t. Just real. I know you understand.

So let’s add a little beauty to an otherwise ordinary day shall we? A few weeks ago we took a cogwheel train up to the very top of Mt Rigi, also known as the ‘Queen of the Mountains’.

Rigi Kulm is the point from which all of the other mountains in Switzerland are measured. From below the mountain everything was obscured by gray cloud cover, but the beautiful thing about Switzerland is that the sun is always shining further up.

Once you break through the cover, the mountains peak above a sea of clouds. 
It is silent and still, and makes one feel very, very small and a Creator God feel very, very large.
The silence lasted about three minutes, enough for a brief moment of contemplation, and then these yahoos arrived…
After a bit of monkeying around, an untimely request for the potty, complaints of hunger and lots of photos we descended via cable car, then hopped a boat, then a train and finally our weary feet took us home. And there my children gratefully escaped my latest attempt at chicken for a take-away pizza.
Kimberly