There’s poop everywhere…

Yes, I literally mean there is poop everywhere. It’s really warmed up here the last couple of weeks and I’ve noticed the kids and dogs are outside running around a lot more. Who knows who’s providing all the poop, but I do wish somebody would pick it up.

My next-door neighbors have a couple of kids, two little girls, maybe five and three years old (hard to tell though, I’m terrible at guessing ages and the fact that they're Swiss kids only makes it that much more difficult to determine…). Anyways, my schedule doesn’t really warrant my waking up before 10am (believe me, I know how lucky I am), but lately I’ve been waking up to the sound of the little girls either: a) hysterically crying in the hallway screaming for their mom, b) the girls ringing their doorbell (which is deafening in my apartment) every 20 seconds, or c) all of the above. I know it’s really safe in Switzerland, I am guessing the parents next door have rules about how far the little girls can wander away from the apartment, but shouldn’t a parent be keeping some kind of eye on them? Also, what is that mother doing in there, that she feels the need to lock her kids out of her apartment? Either way I don’t really care, but I do wish they’d postpone the crying and bell ringing until after my alarm clock goes off. Don’t they know it’s playoff time and I stay up late watching games? Common courtesy people, common courtesy.

I saw a man urinating on a wall the other day. His friend was standing right next to him on look-out (I guess?). I thought that was pretty weird. There were woods not even thirty feet away from where he was standing, and yet he chose the wall. Are there ticks in Switzerland? I bet not during the winter…

In 5th grade we had to stop class to listen to a lecture about why people do stupid things. A kid down the hall in another class was chewing on a pen and it exploded in her mouth. This winter break I found out that ‘kid’ was one of my best friends. That still makes me laugh, but that’s not the point. I do stupid things all the time. I have a banana every morning with my breakfast. A couple days ago there was no place on my kitchen table to put the banana peel (yes, the garbage can three feet away was too much of an effort at the time (maybe now I understand why that guy chose the wall…)). I gently placed the banana peel on the floor next to me and went back to watching Sex and the City on my laptop. Literally thirty seconds later I got up and stepped right on the banana peel. Where did this slippery banana peel rumor come from? I’ll tell ya what, I didn’t slip, I just smooshed it on my tile floor. Those three feet didn’t seem like such a stretch after I had to scrub banana remnants off my kitchen floor.

I’ve been reading a lot lately. If food for thought is the expression, I think I’ve devoured five books in the last three weeks. Yum. I bet Rory Gilmore would have really benefited from a Kindle…

In all these classic books I hear the characters referring to their houses as "Thornfield Hall," or "Orchard House." When did we stop referring to our houses like that? I'd name my family’s home "Creek Corner" (we live in a cul-de-sac with a creek in our backyard - clever ay?).

Clementines are officially out of season here; my local grocery store is advertising 'blonde oranges' now. I wonder if they have more fun than all the other oranges…

There's obviously nothing too exciting going on in Switzerland right now, so I thought I'd share a little bit of what goes through my head during the week. Our next game is Sunday at 4pm!!!