I never had a problem taking the kids to the park. In fact, in Seattle, we try to visit as many playgrounds as possible. The kids seem to enjoy it as well. If you look around there are usually far more mothers at the park than fathers. As grandparent and visitors, we are not always part of the connected circle, but we are ok with that.

Der Spielplatz

Yesterday I took our granddaughter to the playground in Mainz. There was not a single father at the park and I was not attuned to the rules of etiquette. On top of that I tried to keep it all in German. That was a challenge, but I kept it simple and for the most part I held my own. Yafa did the sliding board often and liked playing on the trails that surrounded the park. She also enjoyed turning on the sprinkler.

Gehen wir zur Schule

This morning we took her to school. It was an interesting setup with certain rules that were so German and in retrospect well intended. There were little garages for her buggy, a key for the garages. We had to be there between eight and eight thirty. She seemed happy to be there.

Das was unser Abenteuer.

  • I have been mispronouncing Abenteuer. (A Bend Toy Ya)
  • I have a non-working letter S on my keyboard.
  • My watch just said. LOS. So I need to run.

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I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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