I can't believe it's March 7th
and we're still
here in Germany.
If things had gone as planned with his Green card, we would have moved back to the states January 26th
. We would already be home in New York with my family. Now here we are still. Trapped and struggling.waiting.
It's been snowing a lot lately. We sat by the open kitchen window on Sunday, watching the snow swirl aimlessly and taking in the fresh air.
We just sat there together in silence.
This photoblog is helping me get through this transitional period. It's nice to have a place to put the random pictures I take everyday. I'll have something to look back on in the future and it's a chance to share my view of the world right now with my friends. I fell behind in updating for a number of days because time slips by so quickly. It's hard to put aside the time to record it. In a blink of an eye a day passes. I want to remember every day but that's impossible.
****We visited Eric's biological father Friday night.
At first it was awkward. Stretches of silences, interrogations, communication struggles and alienation. It wasn't a hallmark moment with tears and tight embraces.
But in time that dissolved. Suddenly there was laughter, sharing and a general feeling of warmth. There were some beautiful moments.
His father and Eric share some similar features..their eyes and hands..posture and a few mannerisms.
The visit went well. It was the first step in the right direction.
I was in a bit of a slump this weekend. I felt alienated, sad, estranged. Eric and I really needed to recharge. Just lay back. Take the phone of the hook, put away the laptop, and simply be together. We were both going through our own emotional rollercoasters and sought comfort in each other.
We spent a bit of time watching THIS together:
Eric had excitedly returned from dropping by a friend's house with a DVD boxset behind is back. "Guess what Peter lent us?", He proudly presented it to me.
I gazed at the box of DVDs. "Um...Season 1 and 2 of DALLAS?" I gave him a blank stare.
"You never watched Dallas!?"
"Who shot J.R.?"
"So you have seen it"
"No, I just know that was the question. It was a little before my time."
"My Mother and I watched this show together. It was back in...1979 I think, I was about 5 years old. We had a little black and white television", He said "I LOVED Dallas"
Since I had forced Eric at one point to sit through my childhood shows. ("My-so-called-life" and the "Anne of Green Gables" mini series... Cruel, I know) It was payback time.
After 3 dramatic episodes, I turned to Eric "This show is complex! How could you have understood this at age FIVE?"
"Oh I didn't know what the hell was going on. I just liked the cars and the pretty woman. I also thought J.R. Ewing was really cool"
"But he's the bad guy"
"I didn't know that!"
So If anyone has seen Dallas. I have a question. Why did everyone care who shot J.R.? He was a huge prick, one of the most evil characters I've seen on a television series. What was it about this show that captivated the entire world?
I guess I'll find out soon enough. I have to confess, Curling up on the sofa with Eric and watching a marathon of Dallas was more fun than I expected. We fell asleep together and woke up to the theme song running in the background on repeat.
Does anyone even remember Who shot J.R.?
Yeah, I need to get out more. But when you're broke..you take entertainment in any form.
These are some pictures taken last night during our walk home from the office
Someone built a snowwoman. I like that.