beep beep germany

The situation here has reached boring.
I know It's beautiful and I should just enjoy that, but how does one go from being social and having so much to do to suddenly cleaning out all of the documents from your computer and drinking old champagne while watching subtitled American television and wishing that the only other thing on television wasn't cell phone porno ads.

My mother has been here alone so long with my grandfather that she's lost it and doesn't want to talk, and when we do have a conversation it's as if the stimulation overwhelms her and she has to run for the newspaper. My grandfather is continuously ranting about getting home to his mother and asking me who I am an if Atlanta is in the united states. He's stuck in the winter of his childhood in Gentuine Germany and gets into moods where he runs off to find his childhood home.

This house is like a skeleton, placed together permanently from my childhood till now. The rooms sit empty and pleading for attention. I try to walk into each one and find it's secrets but as I wander the silence begins to settle around m shoulders and I'm driven back into the carpet covered marble of the hallway, talking to myself to stave off the silence.

I know it's the first day, and I'm not intending to sound bleak, it's just that my voice and thoughts are the only thing I can turn to in between frantic trips to my e-mail box, so get used to it. On Tuesday it'll be time for grand day care and plan is to drive the the Rhine and visit one of the castles there.

duh pictures.

Love you.