A few notes...

while the internet is being cooperative.

-- Two days ago, looking out the window, we saw a saddled horse, sans rider, galloping wildly down a hill and then down the road. The whole neighborhood was in a fuss, all the neighbors out to try to catch it. A man in a riding helmet and boots went running down the road after it. We don't know what eventually happened.

-- When we were at Afterwork last Friday night, an enormous touring bus pulled up onto the pedestrian part of the square right outside, and in came the Munster professional handball team to have a drink on their way home from a match in Aue. Every player was enormous and drunk. They bought at least four bottles of whiskey and rum, as well as coke to accompany, and dozens of beers. The bartenders had to get out new glasses because they didn't have enough to serve everyone.

-- Neckermann man, the oldish dude who works in the secondhand shop and is always drunk and drinking alone (it's a very pitiable sight), was greeted as an old friend by some players on the Munster team because, we were told, he was once a professional handball player.

-- Our students can't throw snowballs at us as we leave school anymore, because all of the snow has melted (!).

-- Herr Lehm drove us to get beer yesterday, saying he needed to go anyway to buy some fleisch salat. That translates to meat salad, which is exactly what it was. Like a potato salad, but with various kinds of meat, in mayo. Gross.

-- Bill started streaming the new episode of Lost before he went to school yesterday. He came home, and we were very excited to sit down and watch. Thirty seconds into the episode, Buffy the Vampire Slayer's vampire boyfriend comes onto the screen. Bones had streamed instead of Lost. Gross.

-- In a week we leave for Holland to meet my Dutch cousins. We'll be staying with two middle-aged alpaca farmers. We're curious to see if they're pot smokers.