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I've got a telephone chair rescued from my parents' collection currently in need of a reupholstered slip seat. Rachel's helping me out ( getting me new foam, donating fabric, explaining what a slip seat is, etc.) but neither of us know if a special tool is needed to get out the tacks holding the shredded old vinyl on to the wood right now. Any ideas? She said Beth might know and have and lend the right tool.

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Current Location: my folded up bed
Current Music: Gordon Lightfoot

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To Mali and LIz and whoever else works early mornings.

I'm sorry I called you big wussies and poopy heads for not staying out later at Denny's and other shenanigans. I just rediscovered that it is, indeed, difficult to wake up at 5 am for work when you go to bed late. My bad. The bonus of driving to work at that hour is the complete lack of traffic on route 9.

Good night!

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Ian still had the lemons. O_o

But otherwise, he seemed happy enough. The kitchen was stocked with mayonnaise, a 10 lb bag of potatoes (he was terribly excited to show me the potatoes, I'm not sure what that says about his sense of culinary achievement), and half a dozen eggs. Thank goodness I brought food. I made him promise not to die while I'm in Massachussetts.

The highlight of my visit back to the homestead came on Monday when Ian started kicking his soccer ball around. He started out in the house until I berated him outside. So, bowl of lunch in hand, I followed him out and watched him scamper after the ball from one end of the deck to the other. After a wild of kick knocked my lunch on the ground, I punt the ball to him and we both watch as it bounces down the stairs, rolls across the dock and into the water. Of the spring fed New Hampshire lake in October. Ian watches forlornly as it drifts across the channel. I run down to the dock, and shouting to Ian to get me a towel, peel off my clothes (I'm nicely bundled, because it is October, after all, so this takes a while). After a moment of looking at me like I've lost my marbles, he runs off. I'm muttering to myself, "This is going to suck, this is going to suck, this is going to suck!" But as Ian appears with the towel, I take a running leap into the water. Let me just say, it was cold. Very cold. There are some people I know who will think I'm being wimpy because they've done much colder for much longer, but for me, this was cold. I grabbed the ball and using it partially as a float, I make it back to the dock and claw my way into the towels Ian wrapped around me...just as a couple of kayakers paddle by. One of them said something funny, I'm sure, but I didn't hear it. I was too busy trying to breathe.

Half an hour later, I was feeling good enough to describe the experience as crisp and refreshing. Some weird chemical was probably released in my brain that was making me happy because there's no way I'd ever do that again.

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Today at 2 pm, my parents took my dog Tuke to the vet to put her down. She had massive tumors on her liver and spleen, and her spinal stenosis was beyond repair on her hips. She wasn't able to walk or stand. She was 10 years old.

We got her when she was two years old, right after my dad's heart attack. The thought was she'd get him exercising. Ha. She was so dang smart. My favorite games with her were Tag and Guess the Hand. She loved water. When we'd go to Garmisch, she'd love going to the river. We'd let her off the leash and she'd splash in the water, completely dropping the "I'm too refined for your silly games" attitude she'd sometimes have.

Tuke always loved my dad the most, but I like to think I was second on her list. I do wish I'd gotten to see her once more before the end, but I got to see her in June before her tumors started. I suppose she was really happy then.

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Beth is the Maharani of Pillownia!

She is trapped here in our new apartment because of the rain and is surrounded by pillows. Rachel and I are pleased with the apartment but tired.

Does anyone know of a clean, comfortable couch that would like a new home?

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Current Location: new apartment
Current Music: Beth shrieking at the airmattress

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I love my brother. He brings home one of those musical cards that when opened, sings, "Yoooou were boooorn, loooong agoooo. Long ago, long ago, loooong agoooo." And he's taking me out to dinner tonight, courtesy a $20 Chili's gift certificate. I have the bestest bruder eva! Now off to make my cake and homemade icecream!
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So far, the toughest part of subbing is when a parent shows up. Over the last two weeks, four moms and a dad have approached me about their children (three of them were also teachers in the school). The ones who weren't overtly angry were mostly ok, but I'm always uber concious that these are parents. And so, I lie to them. "Your son had such fun doing his presentation." But he read it off a powerpoint and mispronounced every other word. "Your daughter is always so eager to help me." But she's bossy and rude. "Your son is very smart, but we need to work on his focus." Because when he should be doing his work, he's throwing scissors in the air and shrieking chicken noises. If I say what I really think (admittedly, not a good idea, no matter who I'm talking to) I'm pretty sure one of the parents would stab me in the head with a protractor.

On a different note, have fun at WoR, House Strangewayes! I'll be with you in spirit, although physically, I'll be camping with the family in the Schwartzwald.

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It's a beautiful day today. Sun is shining on the Odenwald, and a playful spring breeze pushes a few puffy white clouds across the sky. Temps in the high 60s. I walk Tuke 3 times a day, so I get to enjoy every part of this gorgeous Sunday. I walk her in the fields next to my house, as does every other dog owner, cyclist, and old person in town. 

At a little after 3pm, I'm pleased to see there are no other people in the field, since Tuke reacts to other dogs in much the same way Beth reacts to other pagans. We're strolling through the knee-high grass, and I'm loving the vitamin D, listening to the birds in the trees, and trying to figure out if there's a soccer game going on behind the fence about half a mile away. Tuke and I make a right turn to follow the path when I see something across the path about 50 yards away. 

I squint. It's a bicycle, laying in the dirt, blocking the path. Why would someone leave a bike there? Did someone fall and hurt themself? For a brief moment, I have visions of heroism, coming to the rescue of some poor unconcious soul. Within a few steps, I see something in the grass next to the bike. A person? A pair of arms...wrapping themselves around...a bare back. And that's when Tuke and I turn around and walk back home.

If I had a little more mischief in me, I might have taken Tuke off the leash and seen if she'd found "new friends." Ah, spring.
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Find a butcher and get a haggis. It's delicious. I ate a slice nearly every day for breakfast in Scotland, which is an incredibly brown country, by the way. The only green I saw the whole time was on the Isle of Skye, when we took a side trip through a fairy glen. A fairy glen was actually on the local map. I was a happy girl, although I drove my family to distraction shrieking, "There can be only one!" as we drove through the Highlands. It blew my mind at how many Gothic and late Romanesque buildings there were in Scotland. This is three years of art history talking, but it didn't occur to me that Gothic made it up that far north.

Germany is beautiful. Spring is here, and everything is blooming and fresh, and I get to watch the dawn burn away the fog as the sun rises over the Odenwald every morning as I drive to work with my dad.

I realized today that I always describe the weather and landscape whenever anyone asks me how Germany is. I think it's because people are pretty much the same the world over, to the point that it doesn't bear comment. The only thing that changes is the scenery, and that's what I take note of. So if you'd like to know something about the people of a place I am, please be specific for my dull and slow brain.

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I'm stealing library internet. So my dad just got his transfer call. Can you guess where he's going when his school closes in June? Yokota, Japan. Teaching middle school chorus and band. One the one hand, I'm sad he'll be so far away, because I won't be able to visit as often and calling him will be a pain in the butt. Plus, Alanna and Mom can't just drive down to Italy (his first choice) to see him. On the other hand, how cool is it that I have a legitamite reason to go back to Japan now!

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