Fine day for thankfulness

We attended the military Thanksgiving Day dinner at Patrick Henry Village in Heidelberg yesterday. It was so elegant. The food was beautiful to see and perfectly laid out on white linen. The food of course was done to perfection and tasted fine.

However the best part of this fine feast was the company of people I was in. These were also my friends, having been here for over 6 years, I knew most of with whom we dined and for that I was very Thankful.

Cross-section of life where I work

Another day at work. Yesterday was another rats nest of some kind of problem or other. All repaired, all fixed but time consuming and stress creating.

I must say, working on an American military complex, you do get an interesting cross section of people working for and with you. We have Germans, Philippians, Kenyans, Nigerians, one Korean and a few Americans working there. Fascinating. 

Room with a view please?

I think I will get a room at the Hotel California.

Another day... another week....

As 8:30am approaches I am ready for the day of tasks ahead. Most of what I do involves efficiency of movement, muliti-tasking and a constant thought of what needs to be done next. I supervise the setting up of a store for the days' operations which involves trouble-shooting the inevitable variables that come with that.

Nothing ever runs smoothly. 

Dealing with inanimate object is one thing ... then I must also deal with the animate... those people with whom I work,  inevitably they have 'issues' that prevent them from performing the tasks for which they are assigned and will then fall back upon others (like me!) I am the problem-solver!

Onward!

Sunday night blues...

Why The Blues on a Sunday night? The prospect of work the next day, that's the blues. Not that I dislike my work. Once there I actually enjoy what I do. Just the thought of my life regulated by that time period that's all. Got to be there at 9am, got to get out the door by 8:30am, got to have my breakfast ready to eat by 7:30am, got to get up at 6:30am. See, time periods... little marks on the clock... punctuality governing my life.

Now, Friday is my favorite day of the week... then I have the entire weekend ahead of me. I call it WINE FRIDAY! I find a nice local wine, perhaps a nice Riesling or a Silvaner. Or something from the Mosel region? Living in Germany near the Rhine River and the Pfalz region has great benies!

Tonight, to temper my 'sadness' of returning to work tomorrow... I am having a glass of Weiss Burgunder. Dry with a light pear aftertaste.

No I am not a wino, nor am I a wine-o-phile but I know what I like.

So tomorrow I get to see all my military soldiers and families once again and serve them up some Tacos!

What do I have to say?

Here I am again, thinking. Dangerous, don't you think? Last post was 2010! Oh My!

Blogs. Have they gone out of style? Have we all bought into the instant posting of a Twitter? (I am not a Twitt) Have we opted for the simple 'notes' of Facebook, just touching base with our 'friends' (really? are they really FRIENDS?)

Writing ... has it gone out of style? Maybe so.

I wrote to my daddy the other day. I sent him some information and he is not much of a computer guy (at 85 he just has no inclination to become a computer addict) so no email for him. It felt strange, writing by hand, a note to him. But then it also felt nice. It was more intimate, a little piece of me on paper that I had touched, pen in hand, my handwriting (which has deteriorated with lack of use). Then I sent a birthday card to a good friend and handwritten a message within the card. How retro of me!

So now I am thinking (again with the 'thinking' thing) are personal journals a good way to get back to thoughtfulness or just another retro thing ... a way to self analyze .... a vanity outlet? But you know, I miss just typing away, extemporaneously, my thoughts as they pop into my head.

Therapy, yeah.