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quandary

i arrived in Germany nine months ago very happy to be doing something with at least the following six months of my life.  i had somehow made a decision to leave home for a bit and was really more happy to have an answer for the ever present “what are you doing next” question than the… Continue reading quandary

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sometimes

sometimes i feel like a normal person. after a day spent away in a nearby city, three of us drove to the grocery store and bought meat, potatoes, and a pineapple for me.  the boys were in charge of grilling the purchased meat and the girls made potatoes, filled a pitcher with water, and set the table in… Continue reading sometimes

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my day

saw a inbox that’s full and wrote one in reply. watched apple crisp be made that’s now been eaten. glanced at a German workbook that went untouched. put a check next to the box for “exercise”. listened to frank sinatra. sang and did actions to “Peace Like A River” for the billionth time this summer. played games… Continue reading my day

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moving

i took a walk today.  the sky was still dark from the storm earlier today and there were branches and leaves along the narrow country road i walked on.  i’ve walked this road many times;  i know every large tree, every apple orchard i’ll pass, and every strange looking shack that might be beside the… Continue reading moving

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enjoy

i like pictures.  people see my camera and ask if i’m into photography.  i guess so, but probably not with the same intensity that most photographers possess.  i like pretty things and i like to remember them.  i like people and i want to remember moments with them.  that is why i like pictures.  they… Continue reading enjoy

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i’m still here.  sorry there isn’t much being written. life continues. i slept until noon today.  i guess my alarm doesn’t really work anymore. i’ve watched the sun go down the past two nights.  the first was sitting in a canoe in the middle of the lake.  everything was pink and orange and blue and… Continue reading

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mail

i had mail in my mailbox three times this past week (which is really quite astounding).  the first was from a friend in her own little German town in the dear States (have i mentioned that i’m near the first Ulm?).  the second came in a red envelope and had a picture of a grumpy red-headed… Continue reading mail