Thursday, October 23, 2014
I just realized I never updated this blog: www.sparkpeople.com/mypa
Probably because I forgot I had made such a blog entry. But I have a very old update! You should read the old blog first before continuing...
Today, I am drinking from a mug. It's a black mug. It has Karl Marx's face and says Karl-Marx Universitaet Trier on it. How did I get this mug? Well, it's a story.
When that mug broke on that tragic day, I had a German exchange student living with me, so naturally when he got home, I told him about my mug and how sad I was about my poor, sad mug. He left a few months later. A bit after that, my husband broke one of my roommate's mugs from her Graduate School in the sink, and I managed to get her a new one sent to us. SO IT CAN BE DONE.
One of our exchange student's friends had met a very nice man here in the United States, and they stayed together (in fact, still have. Jens came to visit us a few weeks back and updated us that the guy had just moved to Germany with her. Three years long distance!). When she came to visit him for the first time, she was kind enough to make time to have dinner with my husband and me. When we met, she came bearing gifts from our sweet Jens. His gift to me? A Karl-Marx Universitaet mug. It was a bit of a task. He had to ask a friend who lived nearby the Uni to buy it, he sent him some money, and then the friend shipped it to Jens, because they don't ship that stuff (hence why I couldn't replace it myself). When I opened the gift, I began to cry in the restaurant.
I'd forgotten all about this until this morning. I'm trying to get back to where I used to be, and in a fit of what is probably just a bunch of woo woo superstition, I started carrying my old business cards, writing with my old pens, and yes, drinking from my old mug. But it isn't my old mug. It's a new old mug. And I just remembered that today. I wish I'd remembered sooner when dear Jens had been here. It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.