For my father, some numbers.
For my mother, something to amuse, entertain, engage, I hope? and maybe some more numbers.
For my friends in Berkeley, a shoutout; for my friends in Bloomington, another shoutout, and a wistful plea.
For my husband, a little gratitude.
For my sons, a wish.
For my family and old and new friends in Berlin and the rest of Germany, some yearning and some German.
For myself, some English, some hopes, some reminders.
Some of the streets I ran along yesterday:
Koenigsallee (where I live)
and my favorite:
Butterfly / Moth Path (literally Folder Path - fabulous image, I love it, of the wings folding closed)
Red Pine Path
and the fabulous Eternal Woods Path, or Lasting Woods Way
And all the ways I am lost:
• unable to participate in the rich life I left behind in Bloomington, missing my daily wonderful routines and my daily wonderful friends
• unable to be my full round(ed) self in this German language I am so proud of mastering but so clearly not the complete mistress of
• not in synch with dear sister-in-law, mother of adorable niece, hard to connect timewise
• so far out in the woods we are (see above street names), all of glorious Berlin tantalizingly just too far to just pop out and about. Everybody suffering from this to varying degrees
• what am I doing? till at least last week: gaining weight, floundering in my household, unable to focus on anything really, fighting with spouse, floundering floundering floundering
And all the ways I am found:
• wonderful to read poetry with Felix this morning, home sick from school but glad to hear excerpts from Hunting of the Snark and Edward Lear's Jumblies and The Spider and the Fly; also told him sick elephant jokes
• looking forward to breakfast with Anja and Alexander next week
• husband and I had a very hopeful meeting today; sometimes he surprises me with his forward looking abilities
• found my right Weight Watcher meeting on Tuesday; sticking to daily points so far (OK, Tuesday not; Wednesday and Thursday yes, totally; today so far I'm 2 points over but I might still be able to work on that exercisewise)
• jogging, hooray! Here are a few of the promised numbers: 94 minutes yesterday, I think it was 7 or 7 1/2 miles, 14220 steps (I figure 150 steps/minute is my good (slow!) jogging pace, and that would have been 14100 so I'm over). This is a great jog for me. Hubby couldn't come along this time. I worked on the novel in my head (see next item).
• novel: it's taking shape in my head! So far I've only talked to Felix about it, and I wrote to Ellen M. about maybe writing to her about it. I don't think I want to blog about it because I will lose privacy but I'm very happy because I think things are happening there.
Dear hearts, I meant to keep this first post short. Ellen has already read some of this. The pounds and kilos will come later (believe me, there are lots of them). (OK, OK, here they are:
(these are kilos: multiply by 2.2 for pounds)
F 19 82.3 ?
S 20 ? 84.9!
S 21 83.4 85.1!
M 22 83.6 85.0
T 23 83.7 85.3 (went to Weight Watchers)
W 24 ? 84.5 (it's already working!)
Th 25 83.1 83.3 (and more so!)
F 26 82.3 not there yet
Mommy o'mine, the amusing things will have to come later. Was that everything? Here are some things I might should write about:
Felix's school's parents' info night
going places on the bus
the way I shop (I'm quite a sight)
things I wish:
I was walking or jogging in Berkeley with you, Lyn and Diane
I was walking in Bloomington with you, Susan, and you, Beth and Alex and Sue and Jenny and Ellen
(and with you, Cynthia, either where!)
I was drinking tea with you, expectant Sarah
I could be a picture of calm in all dealings with my husband
I could presto change-o make our dwelling be somewhere more in the middle of Berlin, closer to the bakeries and cafes and Turkish produce shops and subways and LIFE
Reminders to myself:
a writer writes; to be a writer, write
I have to put my own oxygen mask on first
I can count my points till the cows come home; if I don't stop eating when they run out, it won't help much
There. I didn't try to make this make sense, just jumped in. Wish me luck, wish me CALM, wish me productivity and domestic bliss. Wish my mother-in-law recovery from illness.