Tom and I are leaving for Vienna on Monday, so now we're down to the last hours cleaning our house for the people who are coming to stay for two of those months. We take breaks with Ms. Pacman and get back to it. I like the smell of cleaning agents.
I'm wearing my back brace, because the last thing I need is for my back to go out. I think Alice knows something is up. She follows us around looking nervous.
And a nervous wind blows outside. Last night I thought the house might blow away with us in it.
I've always been afraid of being blown away, or being invisible to others. That's why I continue the chatter.
I wear red rubber gloves for the bathrooms. In a minute I will have some of the broccoli soup I made yesterday.
A week from today I'll be in Vienna. Yippee Skippy.
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I'm going to miss you when you go to Vienna!
But don't worry, you can come clean my house to make up for it.
I just told my parents that I am going back to school. When they asked what brought this on I said, "My youngest daughter is going to kindergarten in the fall and I would rather go to school than clean my house."
If you see the lovely man who sold me stamps from the tobacco shop down the street from the Hotel Kaiser Franz-Josef twenty years ago, please tell him hello for me. Also, please give my regards to the owner/chef of the Cafe Papageno. His tyrolean Knodel is the best!
I'll be thinking of you and Sacher torte!
What are you guys gonna do with Alice? Did you post this somewhere and I didn't see it?
I'm feeling concerned.
Please post long and detailed blogs with many of your husbands lovely images to entertain us more ordinary folk while you are gone. Will miss you! You make me laugh :)
I love the smell of a clean house. Fabuloso, the purple kind, is my favorite cleaner. I also like Target's Method, in pink grapefruit.
Alice will miss you desperately.
We are SO envious of your students! You let them know, if they step a toe out of line, you can send them to us and we'll read them the riot act. We aren't as envious of you and Tom. Vacuuming yourself out the front door on your way out of the country is a bummer. Well worth it, but a bummer.
What are the chances of seeing your grandaughter?
p.s. At least you are not dealing with tornado warnings...
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