We’re getting ready for our first trip to Italy — a long weekend in Bolzano (a.k.a. Bozen).

It’s 4ish hours directly South of Munich by train. It has only belonged to Italy since the end of WWI, and before that has belonged to Austria and been independent and stuff like that. So, I gather it’s not going to be all “old-country Italy” — probably more like that town where Pinocchio was from in that there might be a lot of people with Italian names and German accents (ever notice that?).

Or just a lot of German speakers in general. When we went to Prague in May to visit Molly, it was entirely swamped with Germans… but that’s kind of how they are, I guess.

check my specs

Oh yeah, I was hoping to get your thoughts on these before now, but apparently it takes exactly two weeks (the whole length of our recent trip in the U.S.A.) for Ye Olde Optometriste to process an order like these (drill-mount, with non-stick coating or something). So I didn’t get around to posting them until now.

All my AA cells are dead or charging at the moment, so below are my attempts at the camera-phone self-portrait (something Carrie Jo does much better than I do). Whatcha think? Better than the old ones?

Let me know whether you like them or not. I can take the criticism.

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cheese safari

Sarah and I spent Saturday in Munich on a cheese safari.

Well, OK, it was intended for cheese, but it actually yielded lots of other stuff…cheese-wise, it was a complete bust.

Still we got to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith at Cinema München, a movie theater about a two hours away from us by various kinds of train (thank you, Bayern-Ticket), and we stocked up on some good old-fashioned Americana at Hertie (or is it Karstadt?), an upscale grocery/department store. Specifically, Pop-Tarts® in the blueberry and strawberry varieties, Campbell’s® Cream of Mushroom Soup. We were saddened by our lack of success on the cheese front, so we scouted out the nearest Starbucks Coffee and consoled ourselves with Frappucinos. I tend to try a new one everytime — that Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccino® is a thing of beauty, but Sarah stays true to her Caramel Frappuccino®.

So what kind of cheese did we need so badly that it had to turn into a safari? Specifically, Cheddar and Monterrey Jack. Our good pal Jentry departed from Germany for her native state and left us some Ro*Tel® Original Diced Tomatoes and Green Chilies, which we love to melt up with said cheese for dipping pleasure, and we were hoping to use that to emulate the Margarita Dip. Alas, even though we’d read rumors online of cheddar and monterrey jack and other neat American foody things available at places like Hertie/Karstadt, our cheese safari to Munich turned out fruitless.

Still it was a great day — none of the rain that had been predicted showed up.

Senior Discounts

My old man is now officially retired… following last night’s retirement party. But that’s not the last of the festivities. Oh no. That was just the work buddies sending him off. Next up is the family retirement party. So far, this retirement stuff is really working out for him.

Many, many thanks to everyone who came and especially to those who organized yesterday’s soiree — especially Kathy and Bill.

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Need to see/hear a verse of the Blue Oval Blues? Check this out:

Kraig looks really good with the longer hair! / “Stop pacing!”

Sarah and I just had a beer date with Kraig at the W.A.B.. He looks really nice with the respectable salesman tie without his usual mil-spec hairdo and goat.

Let’s hope that’s not the last we’ll ever see of him.

So, we snuck up on Ol’ Narg’s joint on whim after our shooting the breeze with Kraig (since we were in the area…can’t hurt to drive by, you know?) and called him when we saw lights on and people moving around inside. We were dropping all kinds of hints that we were within visual range (i.e., “Stop pacing when I’m talking to you!”), but he wasn’t getting them. It’s nice to pull a fast one on Ol’ Narg when you haven’t seen him in a long time. Fortunately, Miss Carrie Jo seemed forgiving of our no-warning drive-by.

We like her.

Wow, the very first post…

So, here I am, in the land of the hip and cool bloggerness. Is amazing content expected to spew forth from me now?

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