Unterwegs
The liebling had been gone since Tuesday morning and I’ve only slipped into a slight depression. I’ve been sleeping in, using both comforters, catching up on bedtime reading. But I miss the late night dinners, the sexual harrassment, the general sweetness and routine of having him around.
Meanwhile, I’m recovering from a migrane that put me down for a day and a half, what a total waste of time that was. I’m still sore from falling on the U-Bahn escaltor. I’ve started to do the social withdrawal thing that I’m prone to- I made sure that I went to the market today so that I spoke to someone, even if I have no desire to eat that 25 cents worth of sauerkraut from the metzgerei. I have no ambition to contact friends for activities here, even though they are emailing me. I gave up on Prague or Barcelona. Probably a bit of a depression thing, but also the lack of desire to travel to another cold place alone and the reality of having to go back to California and having to face rent first and last, reviving the car, finding a job, etc. that makes me want to hold on to whatever money I have left with a vice grip.
He’ll be back home (this home, our home) in less than a week. When he’s gone he’s almost perfect to me: he is an artist, he is an intellectual, he is a sensualist. He is gentle and loving. He will never make me snowboard. It’s so good and so easy with him here, I sometimes forget how really complicated it is. It’s vividly clear to me that whatever weirdness has to happen when I go back, I know I don’t want to live apart from him. At least not for long.
U-Bahn Linien 4/5. But which station is it?
I didn’t think not forcing you to go snow boarding was a pillar of our relationship. Interesting. But I guess I could come up with a few things in return that look just as weird to the outsider. I guess it is a bunch of smaller issues that make it easy to be with each other. So we have the level of passion and the level of “how much does thin person get on my nerves?”. In our case: passion? Yes! Getting on each other’s nerves: No! God, I’m doing the Rumsfeld thing. What does that tell us?
Are six months long distance and six months on a virtual island good enough indicators? I think so.
Did I need to make these statements in public? No. But maybe yes.
Do I want to be apart from you? Definitely not.
I’m sorry, I can’t tell you which U-Bahn station that is. But the picture is cool, as always.
Love,
your Liebling
hey there D, I just read this as i finally have some down time in Cali (in transit) & was wondering what was going on in Germany.. reading yer blog bout Munchen makes me feel confident that i am gone. sorry u r slipping into mini-depression but really, aren’t those necessary and even enjoyable at times? I am just going thru a teency tiny one & to me, it feels good to purge this shit before moving on… Oh, i met an amazing man, on the last leg of my Round Da World tour & now am moving to a small town in Belize to be with him, where we will build a yogic commune fated for world domination 2gether.. i love it there. I have just had 2 weeks in Cali of facing those things you speak of (cars, no $, strip malls, looking for a temp job) & am ready to get the hell outta…………. Miss ya, & hang in there, enjoy a nice michkaffe & bretzle fur mich… Peace, Meshel
Now that I think about it, I know Barbarossa will never make me snowboard either. A match made to withstand the ages?!
You must leave house so you can play in the “Ugliest Postcard in all of Europe” game. Please! Cheersm -MisAdventure
Hello Desyl
Thanks for visiting and linking to my site. I was delighted to see your post on the fruit and fish pie - I had no idea that they were still made.
I thought you might be interested in this seventeenth century recipe, just in case you want to make it!
From: ‘The family dictionary, or, Household companion’, by William Salmon (1695)
Herring-Pye to Season;
Take about eight middle-sized Herrings, the soft-Roes are the best, slit them down the Backs, and taking out the Bones, rub them over with Pepper and Salt: then mince Onions, Leeks and Apples, and scrape in Lemon-peel; then strew over them some Nutmeg finely grated, half a pound of Currans, and mix a pound of Butter with a little Flower, and place it above and beneath in thin slices.