Don’t you just love how my resolution to update my blog regularly has just kind of gone by the wayside, just like my resolution to … uh … well, you know, run more and do more sit ups and stuff?
We got confirmation last week at work on something that most of us have been waiting to happen for years: Our company is being moved to a different city. A city about 45 kilometers south of where it is now, making it a whopping 90 kilometers away from Frankfurt. (Lisa: Dad, that’s over 10,000 miles away. Homer: I’m aware of that. Lisa: That’s over 16,000 kilometers. Homer: D’oh!)For you ‘Mericans, that’s about 45 miles. Which, when put like that, doesn’t sounds like much. And yet, it would mean 90 miles of driving a day, which would mean a lot of gas, which would mean we would have even less cash for lavish vacations to Kansas and stuff. Ergo, we’re probably going to move. Away from my beloved Frankfurt. Into the land of people who spend their Saturday mornings scrubbing the sidewalks in front of their houses with brushes. Not, brooms. Honest-to-God brushes. Oh, and not just the sidewalks … also the drain pipes. And, the really frisky ones can been seen scratching the cracks in the sidewalks with hooks on sticks.
On the bright side, we could probably afford to rent something that would allow for us to comfortably host guests. Maybe we could even find something with a yard. That we can spend our free time brushing.
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