This year it was nature who played us all here in Germany as the April fool. Days and days of fair and warm weather. Followed immediately by harsh cold and falling snow. I honestly couldn’t believe my eyes this morning when I looked out and saw snow on the ground. It was a busy day, work-wise, and I was also lazy, so I didn’t catch a pic of it before it melted, which it pretty much did by 3pm, but still. It’s not supposed to creep back up to the high 50s into the 60s until like April 10th. That’s almost summer time! What the hell is going on? And these poor flowers I snapped above are already drooping from the cold after blooming into what they thought would be a spring paradise. “Rev up those fryers!” they seemed to say as they blossomed, “cuz I sure am hungry for some spri-” and then winter grabbed them again by the throat, shoving them into the ground. I only hope they survive, full and long.
Otherwise it’s business as usual. Finally planning my trips to the US for this summer, as well as some other festivities. If all goes according to plan, my savings and vacation days will be all but spent, but the year will potentially be one for all times. I promised myself I wouldn’t live for the summer anymore, for the few days a year I head home. Because if that’s the case, why am I here? And I plan on sticking to that, viewing these visits as something to look forward to, but not as something that casts a long shadow over my day-to-day life for the rest of the year. You gotta make your life meaningful to you wherever you are, my dudes. No sense tethering your sense of meaning to a home away from home, when all the materials for a new home are right in front of you. Not to mention, that’s a lot of pressure on those I’m visiting, and to be frank, given the motley crew I’ve chosen to associate with over the years, they were never gonna live up. Still, at least for this year, maybe a little added pressure isn’t so bad. Why not live for one season? Why not get my hopes up? What could possibly go wrong, how low could I possibly end up?
I guess we’ll find out.
See you tomorrow,
Nick
Nick Denardi 