Today is gorgeous. It’s a non-complainy, thank-god-the-sun-is-out, Germany-might-not-be-so-bad kind of day.
I had a breakfast date, worked out, burned over 1000 calories, went grocery shopping, dropped off dry cleaning and picked up prescriptions. I waved to my neighbors and talked with the pharmacist for a while.
I actually know people in this little village. And people were friendly. German people. The lady at the checkout counter actually smiled and asked if I found everything okay. When I responded in German, she switched to English, smile still intact, and asked why I would leave wonderful America for Deutschland. I think people are in such good spirits that no one can hold it in. All these anal retentive Deutschers are just glowing with the first sign of sun in decades.
It was so warm I opened all the car windows to feel the fresh air. The crocus’ are in bloom and the sun is shining. Yes, I know, hard to believe, sun in Germany, but I swear its true. It’s so warm; I could see bare legs and sandals in the near future. And it was 4° C.
So what does this mean? Has my blood thinned with the extreme cold of the last few months? Have I been so sun deprived that I’ll take even the smallest bit of sunshine and eat it up like a hungry orphan? Yes, as a matter of fact. I’m learning to be sun greedy.
I almost went for a joy ride in the convertible, but I didn’t want to jinx anything. As both cars are working right now, one must be very careful not to attract the attention of Mechanikus, the god of automobile repair. He’s good friends with Asphalta, the goddess of road trips. Add a conversation with Ironus, the god of irony, and my joyride could end in disaster. Markus is away for a while on business and I really don’t want to deal with car trouble while he’s gone.
So lets here it for spring.
I found a great coffee house really close to my house. This makes me extremely happy as I cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save my life. Recently I’ve started to up my consumption and finding this place will do wonders for my energy levels. Not to mention lightening the old wallet. Thank god there’s not a Starbucks around here or I’d have to get a job to pay for it. Stripping just doesn’t pay like it used to. Damn economy…
Go to Mausi’s blog and look at her flowers and have a good day.