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Last night, I was writing in my paper journal. It's the journal I've been keeping throughout my time here in Germany. I want to finish it before we leave (and if I'm consistent about writing in it, I could very well do that).

Anyway, Lance asked me what I was doing, and I told him that I was journaling.

"Oh, you're writing all that stuff that you can't say on Live Journal." (That's not exactly what he said, but it was something along those lines.)

"Not really. And I write EVERYTHING with the knowledge that someone might read it someday. Even my personal paper journal."

Lance: "Wow. That's big headed."

Me: "No. I don't mean it in the sense that I'm going to die as a super famous person and everyone will be interested in publishing my diaries. I mean it in the sense that if I die before you, you very well might read my journals after I'm gone."

Lance: "I would never do that. You're entitled to your privacy. It would be difficult for me to restrain myself, though."

Anyway, he doesn't even read my Live Journal anymore. I doubt he would read my paper journals. And some of the stuff I write is just stupid, angsty crap anyway...I don't think there's anything terribly profound about my thoughts. And I doubt anyone can read it. My handwriting has gotten pretty sloppy over the years, especially when my carpal tunnel flares up. When I first start writing, it's usually pretty legible, but then it gets worse as I keep going.

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So I've noticed lately that I'm starting to look for poetry again. I used to write a lot of poetry, until I was in a Creative Writing class in college and my poetry instructor told me that my poetry was crap. I stopped writing it mostly, except to come up with the occasional poem in memory of a family member who passed away or something. I was becoming quite known in my family for memorializing people in verse.

I also stopped reading poetry, for the most part. But I've started getting an interest in it again.

Anyone have suggestions for poets I should be reading right now? I have an anthology of 20th century women poets, so I have somewhere to start.

This could mean that I will eventually start dabbling in verse again. I have random lines that could eventually become poems. But nothing else right now.

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Totally not writing related, but I just had an amazing breakfast. I had some leftover fried apples from the other day, and I warmed those up in the microwave for a minute. I mixed it with vanilla yogurt and granola. It tasted almost like apple crisp a la mode. Yummy yum.

Off to spinning class here shortly.

Friday LOLZ & OMGWTF...*stabbity*

The LOLZ:

So I'm feeling kind of poorly today...nothing specific, just a general feeling of malaise (I get this a lot, particularly this time of year and/or when I'm feeling particularly stressed...double whammy right now).

Anyway, I dragged my tired ass to spinning today. And OMG.

He played a New Kids on the Block song.

In spinning.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! The NKOTB fangirl in me giggled throughout the entire thing. (Yeah, I admit it...I was one of those rabid NKOTB fans back in the day...OH. THE. SHAME!)

And in the "I really thought I've seen everything in this country, but apparently not" category:

On the way home, I saw a man jogging with his two horses on the bike trail.

What?

Yes. His two horses were leading. Cantering along. And he had hold of their reins, jogging behind them.

*blink* *blink*

I swear, I can't make this stuff up.

And now for the OMGWTF...*stabbity*:

I was stuck behind a tractor. Hauling manure. At 25 kilometers per hour. Which then stopped in the middle of the road, because men were trimming tree branches by the road, and the debris was blocking the road.

So I sat there for a minute, my nostrils being assailed. After a time, we moved at a crawl again. The tractor finally turned, and then I was at an intersection and THERE WAS A TRUCK PARKED BY THE CURB IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

Parked. In the middle of an intersection. And yes, it was impeding traffic flow, particularly for the traffic that had the right of way. Which was not me.

*boggles*

I don't know what traffic laws these people learned, but when I studied for my German driving test, I don't recall seeing anywhere that one can park in an intersection.

ACK!

Just got a phone call.

Household goods are being moved out of the house next week...the 18th (our anniversary) and 19th.

An inspector is coming this afternoon to see how much stuff we have.

We'll have less stuff tomorrow, and I will make sure to tell him that.

Oh my God...this is happening so fast!

Glad I got out of the shower when I did. Now I need to eat a quick lunch. They will be here sometime between 1 and 3.

And I need to find someone with an air mattress we can borrow for overnight on the 19th. ( ETA: Sorted. Andrea is letting us borrow hers, and some sleeping bags.) We leave on the 20th for our house hunting trip.

ETA: The inspector just left. For some reason, he thinks that 3 days are needed. Why? We don't have kids, so we don't have all the extra stuff that comes with kids. It's just the two of us. So now they're coming on the 17th, and I don't even think Lance will be able to be here for that. And he doesn't want me doing it on my own, but I guess I don't have a choice now, do I?

ETA: Lance talked to TMO, because he was very angry about them rescheduling, particularly on a day that he couldn't be here. So it's now Thursday and Friday, as it was originally planned. And I've spent a few hours today getting some more of our stuff sorted, so we're making progress.