There is the sniff of an international posting for the dear hubby, which translates as an international move for the whole family.
With the first choice of all involved (well, those old enough to make such decisions) being Germany, I was perusing our very antiquated atlas this morning. The thick red line running through Germany had me stumped. A river? Auto-bahn?
Nup. The dividing line between East and West Germany!
I am having a much anticipated weekend “off”.
It has been longed for, planned for, and greatly needed. Just me, a motel, cable TV, a pile of novels and a little (OK, a lot) of op-shopping.
A time out from the demands of the little Missies. A time to make decisions based purely on MY wants. A time where there will be no cooking, no cleaning, and no picking up after others.
The irony is that I will miss my family the whole time I am away, and will probably return early in my eagerness to be smothered by their innocent beauty. Only to be pining for some space and hour later……
Two nights ago I had the strangest dream.
I dreamt that I had found a copy of Hitler’s Mein Kampf at a book sale. The first dilemma was whether I should buy it. Dazzled by the dollar signs flashing before me, I bought the book, listed it and the real dilemma kicked in.
How could I sleep with such a piece of filth in the house? Was it ethical to even sell a book that generates such hatred and help brainwash a nation? Sure, the buyer may be someone with an academic interest in Hitler, but they could also have been a neo-Nazi Aryan supremacist.
In my dream I removed the book from the house to the garden shed, but woke up before I had decided whether to delete the listing.
In real life I have decided not to ever purchase a copy of that paricular book, even if it’s really cheap.