February 1, 2016

There was no yoga this morning…I could not gather myself enough.  I tried sleeping more but there was too much crossing my mind, plus the pungent aroma of coffee permeated my nostrils, so I got up about half an hour later.  

There was a Greater Purpose today – my forms were here and I had a trip to the BBS to make.  I dropped off the kids and checked the map on my iPhone.  There was a new route available which said I’d make it there in 38 minutes, so…I took it.  Big mistake.  Do not ever take Hazel Avenue – ever.  It took me 30 minutes to get to Madison Avenue which told me to drive to the 80 (the way I would have gone)!  One.Ridiulously.Long.Short-Cut.  The big 4-way interchange on Madison also had blinking stoplights, so that added another 20 minutes, but eventually, finally I made it to the BBS.  Third time is the charm, right?  I suddenly realized that the people I needed to see may not even be there.  I spoke with the man who was so helpful to me last time (and the first time) as I waited and.. after about 5 minutes, the numbers where in my hand.  Excitement was so great that I left my cell-phone in there, but a different  man chased me down to give it back.

I headed home (the right way – on the freeway) and…got into that bed.  Just for a bit, comfy as can be…dozing, dozing..and then my Jen called – she is my work wife.  I am her asshole   We met at Colina de Oro for some nachos in celebratory coping.  Celebratory because, well, you know  and coping because she was told she will need surgery on her knee and cannot ski or play soccer.  Poor thing – that’s her life.  It certainly made me appreciate my rickety knees and broken body.

I headed to work, even though it’s my day off.  I wanted to get my info in and also catch up on a few things before the whirlwind begins tomorrow.  It was a time to organize my desk,  and write my business card out for printing.  Things are beginning to come together.  Next, I headed to the VW shop to make an appointment for Lizzie because there is stuff which needs to be repaired, and soon.  I have dreams of a trip to Portland to see Nick and Moab to hike.  Plus, there’s Hipnic.

 

Which brings to mind the time-line.  I have not heard back from any of the schools  - I asked my mom for help the other day in finding schools for the kids.  This morning a Hungarian man wrote me from the SF area (he was on the expats list).  He is also more than likely moving to Zurich in the summer and has kids a around the same age.  I’ll contact him tomorrow and see about working together with him to see what we can discover.  I gotta get the kids out of here – especially The Boy. 

Pictures: My BBS visitor badge;  Brandman form B; It happened!