Daily life

Another rainy April day in Vienna sinks in after breakfast. Galoshes and raincoats come out of the closet and accompany us to school and play. To wile away the minutes before kindergarten, Louis became a tiger, Eva a bear, and me a wildcat.
Henry, the youngest, became a scary backpack.


Tonight I am going for the second time to a German Sprachclub, organized by a Hungarian who recently moved to the seat of Austrian power. Last Tuesday night was really nicht schleckt. Often its hard to understand the smorgasbord of accents arriving from all corners of the globe. And Its always a bit embarrassing when you can’t understand human speech. But I’m getting used to that sensation, and am less bothered. Everyone should experience this feeling in my opinion. A little dose of hubris reduction.

In my German class at the university, I am the minority because, alas, I am not an opera singer. Out of the twelve students, we have six opera singers, a cello player, a violinist, and a pianist. The city of music, Wien. I like the teacher. She is rather self-deprecating in that quintessential eastern European fashion. And works hard to move along our awkward forays into the German grammatical system.

In the evening, Eva and I practice yoga together. And sometimes Eva’s friends come over to practice with us. Last night we did a lot of spinal twisting and back-bending and today my back is thanking me.

And now I bid you aufwidersehen to go enjoy my tea with honey set to the rain outside our glass house.

tschüss!