Postcard Writing

Hey You,

Guten Tag aus Deutschland!!! I am having crazy adventures but so far have managed to find the way back to where I am staying each night! (This is not always easy but has nothing to do with the very generous beer steins that Germany is known for.) The best part of Germany is that it changes me into a morning person. I love being wide awake in the single digits! I would add cheerful to this morning persona, but with the beautiful weather, amazing chocolate, and picturesque countryside, grumpy people are hard to find (grumpy people being the fail proof way of making me chuckle). This all changed when I accidentally led my traveling pal on an unexpected 12 kilometer hike that involved an active guard dog and a swarm of hornets. The cantankerous mood would have done much to make me completely cheerful, but I was a little too tired to enjoy it completely.

I hope you are having fun at home (although not too much fun without me!!!!)
See you soon!!!

A Great Idea??

She always woke up with a feeling of surprize. Sleeping was something she did not do well, and it was always startling (in a good way) to discover that it had been accomplished at all. She turned her head to check the time, but her eyes were confronted by a light bulb lying innocently beside her head. “Oh, I must have had a good idea last night,” she thought to herself and saw that it was 8:45am.

She tried to remember what her good idea was – there was something about creating a tooth cleaning midnight snack. It was never convenient to re-brush the teeth after giving into the milk and cookie craving that was supposed to lure one to sleep. Besides, she was running low on toothpaste and could not afford to brush twice before bed. Surely there should be some sort of tasty morsel that left a tooth cleaning solvent to work its magic for morning fresh breath.

It was an idea alright, but probably not light bulb inspiring. A spark flashed in her brain, “Wait a second – aren’t light bulbs the products of good ideas only in cartoons? In real life, one is not expected to share a pillow with them. Where did it come from???” She carefully picked up the glass bulb and shook it to see if it was still good. The shaking sound of silence indicated it would still illuminate a room. She walked to the bedroom lamp and saw its bulb had gone missing. “At least we know where it came from,” she thought to herself as she screwed it back in to place and flipped the switch. Light filled the room, but she was left in a state of foggy confusion. She had to hope that her next non-supervised nighttime activity would lead to the teddy bear collection, far away from anything electric or breakable.