sweet sixteen, kind of
As of today, I have been living in This Place (as I like to call it) for 16 years. 16 years, people. That's a long, long time. Much too long if you ask me, but you didn't, so I will remain quiet.
We got married in Vancouver in 1990, 75 guests on my side, 4 on his. 5 days later we flew to Guernsey (visit the Tomato Museum, you won't regret it!), one of the Channel Islands, for a two week honeymoon. Next stop was Hannover, Germany. The 40 cardboard boxes with all my wordly possessions arrived a couple of months later and I had a LOT of unpacking to do. Thinking back I'm not sure I can recommend getting married and moving to a foreign country all in the space of about three weeks, but things worked out all right for the most part.
Someone else also celebrated her 16th this week. S., Mr. M's goddaughter, turned 16 on Wednesday and were were invited to join in on the festivities. When I arrived in Gemany she was only two days old and now she's a beautiful young woman. Time truly does fly. This year her heart's desire was 1) a 125cc motorcycle and/or 2) a chihuahua. Heh. Every parent's dream. We contributed accordingly.
Anyway, I haven't been writing much this week because it's has been too damn hot to even move, much less fire up the old brain cells. On Wednesday, as the temperature shot up to 32°C (almost 90°F), I had to hang out in the frozen food section of the supermarket for quite a while just to get some relief. The kids had gone to the annual Schützenfest with their Oma in the afternoon and we had to drive downtown to pick them up before we went to the birthday party so we were all drenched by the time we got there. For the past couple of days the temperature has been a bit more reasonable but hot weather and no air conditioning just isn't my bag at all. As many expats will tell you, you don't move to Germany for the climate.
Stay tuned for my next post because it's Cherry Pickin' Time in the Mausi neigbhourhood! One of our immediate neighbours, and elderly countess, is at her summer residence in Spain right now but the cherries must be picked nonetheless. Mr. M and our duplex neighbour are going to get out the ladder and go for it either today or tomorrow. Pictures and cherry pie to follow.