You had a raincoat? and other obvious questions

Good morning 2020 (written early New Year’s Day morning). What a wild ride it’s already been, and I’m still in my pyjamas. My mother, who’s nickname when she was young was ‘Fafa’ so that’s what I call her here, and I have talked briefly, which because of the time difference between here and the States… Continue reading You had a raincoat? and other obvious questions

if you don’t like it or think I should grieve otherwise, you could perhaps go read something else

‘The subtle mental shifts we experience over time and how they lead us down our paths’ Heidi Jones There’s my writing prompt. It’s from my friend Heidi, who I saw recently at my thirtieth high school reunion. That was a trip, by the way. Like a psychedelic one, I mean. The good kind of trip.… Continue reading if you don’t like it or think I should grieve otherwise, you could perhaps go read something else

how can you mend a broken heart? with a Vizsla puppy, of course

Now, you’d probably immediately jump to the conclusion that the term miracle, in this case, is a bit over the top. You’d be wrong. If you know anything at all about me, you know that I’ve spent a lot of the last nearly fifteen years posting photos and stories about my sister and brother Vizslas… Continue reading how can you mend a broken heart? with a Vizsla puppy, of course

Oversharing & who’s reading anyway? Go back to your family in the other room…

Having been informed I overshare, I’ve decided to observe myself & perhaps modify my behaviour. The time between the years, as I’ve heard this post Christmas until Epiphany period referred to, is ideal for assessing such a situation. How one lives one’s life is rarely easy to modify, but before you even get there, an… Continue reading Oversharing & who’s reading anyway? Go back to your family in the other room…

Feuerzangenbowle and those silly dogs

What in God’s name is this one? I’ve lived in Germany this time around for nearly two decades, and there are still times I feel like I’ve just arrived. Regularly, I have an expat problem that’d be solved by me being a bit more tolerant. That’s preposterous, isn’t it? I’m a guest in this country,… Continue reading Feuerzangenbowle and those silly dogs

Thirteen years old…Still fit as fiddles…are we Italian now?

Here’s an announcement: We’re thirteen now! On the thirteenth of January. Who wants to party? Anyone in Liguria (Italy), should come over. Now! Bring your Party Stimmung, as they say back in the old country. When we think of all the nonsense our Ken has put us through. Sunrise jogging through Vienna years ago, hiking… Continue reading Thirteen years old…Still fit as fiddles…are we Italian now?

A dog’s life expectancy…please don’t remind me

When I go on a trip, especially if it’s more than a few days, the worst part is taking the dogs to the Hundepension and saying goodbye. Don’t get me wrong: I know I’m about to go galavanting around somewhere bombarding my feed with photos of the sky in some far flung locale or food… Continue reading A dog’s life expectancy…please don’t remind me

Happy Eleventh Birthday Ella and Louis…there’s a celebratory Schweinsohr in it for you

Well aware that this isn’t the best photo I have of Ella and Louis, I’m  bit pressed for time. See, it’s their birthday and I’ve been rattling on about these exquisite hounds via social media and responding to queries about them from people who haven’t been following them for years. Which is hard to believe if… Continue reading Happy Eleventh Birthday Ella and Louis…there’s a celebratory Schweinsohr in it for you

I ate the Donut Burger, so you wouldn’t have to

Food trucks have made their way to Munich. They’re not quite brand new, but they’re relatively fresh on the scene. So, there was an event today called Circus of Food, and there I was with Ella and Louis wandering from food truck to food truck trying to make the most of my choice. What delicacy… Continue reading I ate the Donut Burger, so you wouldn’t have to