Paris was great. Fabulous. But it was long hours and then the weekends were spent packing in as much of the city as possible. And then getting back to work in Prague. Well you can imagine what my desk looked like. Papers everywhere with me in the middle and me tearing my hair out.
And G Unit's lovely parents Mark & Leslie arrived this past Thursday. And now we're in Bavaria just over the Czech border in Germany. Whew. I'm tired just thinking it over.
I got a lot of sleep last night and now it's raining so the options are to read, watch a movie, blog or sit and look out at the lovely scenery at the rain. All excellent options. Although taking a bike ride on the trails in the National Park wouldn't be a bad thing either. Maybe the rain will clear up. I see some blue skies out there.
If you're interested we're staying at Bavarian Forest Holidays in Peter Haus. It's a great place run by a British couple and man is it fully stocked. Self serve grocery supplies, booze, movies, books, huge screen tvs, schnapps, bike rentals, tennis, badminton, games and in the winter, skiing. The owners have put together an entire binder of information on the area and things to do. It's insanely impressive. This is the kind of place G Unit and I would love to run.
ANYWAYS. I just wanted to let all you loyal readers know that I'm alive and well. More blogs on Paris as soon as I can upload pictures as well as more information about Bavaria and the Fisher visit.
Happy Tuesday everybody! I feel like I should talk like a muppet when I say that as that is what it sounds like in my head.
First if we were really meeting for coffee I would take a minute to mention that it's my mother-in-law Leslie's birthday. I don't know how I got so lucky have her in for a mother-in-law, but I'm glad I did. I'm just sorry that G Unit and I are not closer so that we could celebrate her birthday with her, but I hope our phone call let her know how much she means to us even if it is only a lame message on the machine. Good thing she's coming to see us soon so that we can spoil her rotten in person. Happy Birthday Leslie!
So, how was everyone's weekend? Mine was fab-uuuu-lous. The weather has finally turned warm here in Prague and G Unit and I took full advantage. As you may know hubby ran the Prague 1/2 Marathon which was lots of fun for me. Sunday we decided to head to the park and have a picnic.
G Unit remarked as we were enjoying the sunshine that he would never have wanted to do this back in California. He said that he would have found it boring, but after 6 months of cold weather and the indoors any excuse to get outside is now jumped on.
It reminds me of a wise man (I'm looking at you Bob Larson) once telling me that as you get older you notice/pay more attention to the seasons. I didn't really believe Bob when he said that to me way back when as I had just graduated college and was working in a University environment. I didn't think I would ever not know when it was mid term time or Christmas break. And I don't know if I would notice it as much if I was still in California, but when there is a true distinction between the seasons, boy do you notice it. Walking around without a coat is like a miracle. I heart Prague in the Spring.
If we were really meeting for coffee I would completely change subjects and gush about my uncle Jerome (pronounced Jerem with a Belfast accent) who has written a play called LoveJig, a love story about two Irish dancers. He started writing the play when my cousin (his daughter) went on tour with an Irish dancing show. After getting back she and her friends said he should write a story for an Irish dancing show as the story-line on their gig was not so great. He started writing and LoveJig is the result. It's turning into a bit of a family affair. My cousin and her friends (I believe) are to provide the dancing for the play, another cousin is helping with the promoting and my aunt auditioned and is to be one of the leads. It's all very exciting. I just wish I could make it to see the damn thing. sigh. I'm afraid the timing won't work out though. It's right before G Unit and I leave for our vacation in Italy. I've told Jerome he has to tape one of the performances for my viewing pleasure or take it on tour to Europe. I'm fine either way. Fingers crossed. But if anyone else reading this is in the Toronto area June 24 - 26 you should totally check it out.
And apparently this week I'm obsessed with all things Irish, as I'm dying to tell you about a new documentary about Irish Dancing. It's called Jig.
For anyone who ever wondered or was curious about what I was talking about when I mentioned an Irish Dancing Feis and the crazy world of Irish dancing competition you would probably be interested. I sometimes wish that I was as great an Irish dancer as these kids or my cousins are, but I really do not have the drive for it. Sometimes it bothers me that I don't have the drive not only regarding Irish dancing but studying/school and any other hobbies I start. But maybe it's not drive but plain lack of competitiveness. Or passion. It can be a little upsetting when I think about it. But don't worry; this feeling usually passes, probably more quickly than it should and I shrug my shoulders and get on with my world happy with who I am and what I have done.
And that's it for me today. What's new with all of you? I'd love to hear what's going on in your neck of the woods.
My aunt is back in the States. Mom got an email yesterday and a phone call today. For those who don't' know this is my father's sister and to say she's a handful would be an understatement. The last time she was here I wrote a blog post which you can find here.
My mom has already tried to feel me out to see if I'll go see her and I've already declined. Multiple times. I just re-read my post from the last time she was here and really I feel no inclination to see her. She is a master of manipulations and I refuse to be manipulated anymore. Can't do it if I don't show up.
She's here for something. It's not to connect as a family. It's because she wants something. And since the last time I saw her there as been no communication. None. Except in the signing of legal papers. Through lawyers. Why randomly show up? Why even bother? It's not like she makes any effort in the years in between her random last minute pop ups. Frankly it's annoying. And if she's here for what I think she's here for, she needs to talk with Ady, because I have vowed to leave the decision making on this particular issue to her. Ady is not here. Ady is in France. Where my aunt came from. Which my aunt knows about. Uber manipulation. ugh.
Garren has volunteered to go with mom. Best fiance EVER. (I think that is the first time I wrote/said fiance regarding Garren!) Totally offering support to mom when I just can't deal. And apparently Erik's willing to go if he's back in town in time. He's curious about the legend that is my aunt. I think mom should take both of her future sons-in-law. They can't be manipulated and will only defend mom and us. The woman would probably still find some way to have it work to her advantage. sigh.
