And I’ve already eaten a blueberry muffin for breakfast.
I suppose that’s okay, since even though the muffin contained plenty of calories, the pancakes would probably have had more and I would have had to eaten them at the International House Of Pancakes (aka “IHOP”) on Clairmont/Briarcliff in order to get them for free today. Ooooh, the offer is good until 10pm? Perhaps I should eat some for dinner. Oh wait, it’s Tuesday, I have German class tonight.
And I Helped
My lunch plan took a detour yesterday when a coworker told me that he had roast pork to share with the lunch bunch. I offered up some of the boxed stuffing and chicken I had brought in for my lunch, and made a batch of rice in my rice maker as well. With the addition of some green beans and corn purchased from the cafeteria in the building we had ourselves a spontaneous lunch spread.
Lavanderia Y Pollo
It was Monday night, therefore it was lavanderia noche! I drove the M6, full of dirty cloths, to my favorite lavanderia. Because I’d gotten there earlier that I normally would most of the machines were available. Two hours later I was done and hoofed it next door to Pollo NorteÃ±o for some dinner. Though the menu at Pollo NorteÃ±o is extensive I continually order the same thing, a quarter-chicken (breast and wing) with some beans, rice, lettuce, tomato, and copious amounts of tortilla chips.
Change Begins Again Tonight
I’m going to try to change my life for the better again tonight, right after German class. Oh hell, why don’t I accept that my efforts to learn German is a good change for my life.
I started my self-improvement movement just now by registering for my next session of German classes, A1.4.
As my mother used to tell us, “du bist verrÃ¼ckt mein kin”. (you are crazy, my family). Have you looked into someone to practice with?
Still waiting on the appraisal of the new property, which I thought we were supposed to have yesterday. I doubt there will be any problems, but you never know.
Saturday, I went to use the tractor for something and it wouldn’t start. I put the charger on it and went back 24 hours later and it still wouldn’t start!! Realized the GFCI had tripped, so I didn’t know just how much charge it got. Took the battery into the man cave for another 24 hours of charging and the tractor fired right up last night!. I was ready to go get another battery…. more money saved.
Packrat box #2 departs today, UHaul truck reserved, GA Power contacted… more packing!
I’ve not looked into getting a practice partner yet. I will probably do so after completing A1.4; hopefully by then I will be able to hold a rudimentary conversation. I plan to ask about the mythical “German breakfasts” I’ve heard about as well. As I understand it they put you at a table with similarly-skilled people. Currently my table will have an abundance of sign language with intermittent botched sentences. 🙂
Good luck with the packing. As for the ITP estate I am hoping that March comes in like a lamb and leaves like a lion. I know, that’s the reverse of the weather-related adage.
I can just imagine how busy IHOP is today.
I doubt sitting at a table of similarly “skilled” speakers would help you much. I think 2 weeks in Germany would do the trick!!
On that I agree, Steve. While there are finances in the budget for a Germany trip there is no free time available this year. 2016 or BUST!!!
yeah, no time for Germany this year – because we are going to Iowa for our July 50th birthdays! (that does sound crazy, doesn’t it)
Y’all are living on the edge…
Packrat just called… “hey, I’m at the gate.” Nice to get a little bit of warning!
My dear friend and co-worker who had been in the hospital since the first week in February passed away on Saturday. The whole month she had one step forward, two steps back; Saturday morning took a nasty turn, and they took her off life support. She was only 63 years old and perfectly healthy up until then. Such a tragedy. Off to Millen, GA tomorrow for the funeral.
Oh, I’m very sad to hear that Jenka.
Jenka, that sure does suck.
Thanks, guys. It sure does.
So very sad to hear, Jenka. So young…