your politics don’t belong here 

Still life in a kitchen somewhere in Kansas

  • Driving to a pumpkin patch
  • Taking a dip in a corn bath, which I’ll describe in a sec
  • The butterfly house
  • Digging up sweet potatoes
  • Chatting with the Pendeltons (it’s their farm where the pumpkin patch is, so that’s what you do)
  • Seeing a Monarch butterfly in the wild after seeing a bunch of them back in the butterfly house
  • Shielding our eyes as a car drives by on a dirt road, so as not to get dust in your eyes

No-one’s talking about the maelstrom that’s going on in American domestic politics…as a matter of fact, I’m just assuming I’d get into a heated debate with any of the other people here at the pumpkin patch, yet maybe I shouldn’t be so sure. 

For one thing, I don’t typically discuss politics or religion online. However, maybe I’ll change my mind about that. Not sure yet. 

Just going to luxuriate in this massive tub of dry corn. As one is wont to do in the pumpkin patch somewhere in Kansas. 

wheels up…see you stateside

another wheel – the Riesenrad at the Oktoberfest

Off to the States for a wedding, as well as much needed time with family. There’s been so much I’ve wanted to blog about the last several weeks…I’m writing, but it’s just not making it here. 

The post Oktoberfest season is in full force back home in Munich. The best part of hiking season and people are trying to put out of their minds that the holidays are just round the corner. 

More than a few people have commented that this is an intriguing time to be stateside. Might make for some particularly engaging thoughts hereabouts. 

Stay tuned…

So, Which Is It?

So much of this I completely agree with.

Some of the rhetoric won’t translate well outside the confines of the continental US, but that wasn’t the intended audience.

We don’t get to decide racism doesn’t exist anymore. Fat chance. Take a deep breath. Ok, take another one.

Now, do something about this for a change.

It's Fine.

I’m scared to post this. I’m afraid of alienating people I love, people I interact with on a daily basis, people whose friendships I value. I wouldn’t say this if it hadn’t been weighing heavy, like a 50 pound weight on my tongue every time I open my mouth to say something and stop before it comes out because I don’t want to stir the pot. I don’t want anyone to be mad at me. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. But I can’t, in good conscience, do that anymore.

I live with a certain degree of privilege. Monetary privilege? Not so much. But social privilege? Absolutely. I am part of a demographic that is perceived as the LEAST THREATENING to society. I’m a White Lady. Further, I’m a Southern White Lady. Still further, I’m a Heterosexual, Cis-Gender, Southern White Lady who Happens to be the Married Mother of Two…

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Curating for @I_amGermany and reminded why I used to enjoy twitter


Quite a week here in Munich. The Oktoberfest is waiting impatiently at the gates like heathen hordes. The skeptical and easily spooked locals are sure terrible things are going to happen at this year’s Biggest Beer Festival in the World.

All the while, I’ve been curating the @I_amGermany account over on twitter. I don’t talk much about this platform here on my blog for quite a few reasons, but the biggest is this:

The people on twitter already get it. Those who aren’t there can be weird about it and often react to its being mentioned with bafflement. However, they have clearly seen twitter mentioned as a source in the media.

It’s the folk who’ve set up an account over there, taken twitter for a test drive and found it a big disappointment…with these people? It’s been best to avoid the topic entirely. I’d try to compare them to former smokers being the biggest anti-cigarette crusaders, but I’m not prepared to wade into that one.

If you’re one of my readers in the last category, you might want to come back for the next post. Not that I’m going to go on about twitter necessarily. Well, not more than I already have.

However, the week I’ve had over at @I_amGermany has been so enjoyable that I felt I had to make some mention of it. If you’re so inclined, go take a gander. Oh, you want a link? Go here:

Here’s what a guy in Berlin wrote after his experience doing it a few years back: He describes some things I can undoubtedly relate to.

Why did I used to enjoy twitter, though, and what has this week reminded me of? It’s more than just the immediacy of it, but that’s a great advantage. In this case, I’ve connected with seemingly limitless people here in Germany, or who are somehow interested in Germany, and I’m skeptical we’d ever have *met* otherwise.

I’ve rattled on elsewhere about the meaningfulness of meeting such people virtually, so I won’t go there again…not now at least. Might dig back into that soon.

In the meantime, there’s the little local beer festival I mentioned above. The heathen hordes I mentioned are ever closer. The smell of their breath enters my nostrils and I can sense it’s going to be an eventful few weeks.

ideas about rhinoceros dentists

Rhinos in Munich?

Well yes, of course. Saw this old photo, and it reminds me of previous summers hereabouts. Wanted to write something a bit more substantial, but this will have to do at the moment. There’s simply too much living going on to sit down and record any of it.

However, this is where I leave my musings, so there will be some such of that here soon.

Purportedly, Yann Martel said:

I like using animals because they help suspend my resder’s disbelief. We have certain ideas about dentists. We don’t have many ideas about rhinoceros dentists.

(Source: rhino quote)

complain about the weather

Waking Life in early morning Munich

A couple of cold sometimes rainy days and the natives are getting restless. ‘Where’d the summer go?‘ they grouse. 

Last summer it was unbearably hot, and so many people would have none of it. You might insist that it’s human nature to complain about the weather, and of course you’d be on to something, yet the dissatisfaction expressed hereabouts seems particularly vigorous. 

Settle down, my dear Münchner…it’s supposed to be nice again this weekend. There’ll be plenty of that hot, blistering sunshine back here soon enough. 

To be clear, I’m poking a little fun here, but I’m sure there are plenty of you who appreciate the weather as it comes. Having grown up in a place where there were two seasons (hot and hotter), I absolutely love living in a place where the seasons are so pronounced.

Soon enough the leaves will turn vibrant shades and we’ll be breaking out our favourite sweaters, but in the meantime? Let’s appreciate what we’ve got right here in front of us. What do you say? 

August all to ourselves

Many European cities are empty for the entire month of August. Well, not empty exactly, because there are still plenty of tourists. Yet the locals are gone. None of this is new, by the way. 

Parisians are notorious for abandoning the City of Light and make a mass exodus to the Côte d’Azur and points far beyond. Italian city dwellers aren’t any different I’ve been told. 

And here in Munich? There are plenty of people still here through the first few weeks of August, but it seems like they’re either filling in for those that’re long gone or they’re busily preparing for their own escape. An already emptier than normal city is about to get emptierer. 

That means if you steer clear of the places where tourists flock, you can enjoy some of the most beautiful things our city has to offer. Without others elbowing you out of the way, you can get a seat at your local café. That cool place that does brunch on the weekends? On a Sunday morning, which would be packed to the rafters at any other time of year, your cool brunch is remarkably attainable. 

You want to go to a public swimming pool and actually find a spot on the grass? You won’t be alone there on a sunny day – there are some left over locals, after all. You’re not completely alone; this isn’t exactly a ghost town. However, you will have room to breathe. Not that it’s difficult to breathe here in this beautiful city nestled near the foot of the Alps

If you’re in Munich this August and you think you simply have to get out, then I guess you should do what you must. If you can calm that urge though, there’s quite a lot worth sticking around here for. If you stay here with me, we’ll practically have August all to ourselves