Saturday, January 9, 2010

Adios, Tree

Stayed home almost all day.

Took the Christmas tree down this afternoon, which was kind of sad for us. I guess having the tree in the room, greeting us every time we entered, made us happy. And though the tree died the day the tree merchant cut it down, it seemed alive. It gave off a wonderful fragrance, and looked beautiful.

It was our first Christmas together, and the tree kind of sealed the deal. It seemed like a Real Thing in a world increasingly filled with Fake Shit.

Last night when I went to bed, I actually had a short, silent conversation with the tree (which didn't answer me, I have to add.) I don't know what I was thinking. But I know what I felt.

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Walked down to Fidelio's for supper. The people at the adjacent table were enjoying a card game. At another table was Margit, a lady I met a few weeks ago when I popped in for a beer, who sat there with a friend.

B and I enjoyed good conversation and good food. On our way out we stopped and talked with Margit and her friend for a while, everyone mostly talking in German. Except me, a guy who should be a lot further along with my Deutsch by this point in the program...

On our way out, they wished me a good flight home.

I wish me a good flight, too, but I really don't want to leave.