* What is up with contact lens solution? Damon ran out and I realized I didn't think I had seen it being sold in any regular old store. I asked my German teacher where we could buy it, and she said it comes, like the hydrogen peroxide, from the Apotheke. So, Damon went to pick some up there, and it was 10 EUROS for a bottle (the big size). Whooooa, buddy! That is way too much! There must be some secret other way of buying this stuff for Germans, because I can't imagine they would put up with paying that much for it every time. Then again, glasses seem to be more common here than in the US, perhaps because insurance covers them more often than contacts.
* What did we find when we put our new bathroom furniture in? The shelf that had been left in the apartment for us was an aging cream-colored hulk of disintegrating particle board, from some long-ago Ikea line. It couldn't stand on its own, and wasn't screwed to the wall like it was supposed to be, so it had been held up with two grimy ceramic upside-down flower pots. After we moved out the shelf, I picked up the pots, only to discover a huge pile of ancient white pill-bug exoskeletons. Oh lawdy. At the time I forgot to sweep them up because I was headed out to the deck to get the dingy pots as far away from me as possible and got distracted. Later when I went back in the bathroom I stepped in the pile. Oh nasty. I don't have any idea how they got under there, but it was quite disturbing.
* Is six months long enough to really know German? No, but it's long enough to conjure up a mean "Can you tell me the way to the train station?"
* Does Google Analytics decieve me, or did I finally, just now, finally get my very first hit from my hometown? And was it because I threatened not to have babies? ;) Sorry to scare you, Dad. Don't worry, biology will probably win this one.