Sunday, December 22, 2019

'Tis the season for another Christmas letter

Time flies. Which means it is time for our yearly Christmas letter - released for the second time on a triennial basis, recapping every single year since the last edition. Seems like we're on a roll. Are you still with us? If you are, and if you are interested in even more Christmas cheer, make sure to read the inaugural "Catching up on ten years of Christmas letters"

2017 a busy year - in a very fun way

 

Sticks and stones

 

Petra decides to compete in the Bavarian Highland Games (more beer, less whisky). She joins the Crossfit Amberg women’s team, and they get at it pretty good. Rob’s biggest complaint is that they decide to hem their kilts so long, but he agrees to act as photographer the first year, anyhow. Yes, the first year. She has done this multiple times since.

Petra watching her kaber mid-flight.
Stones were lifted, poles were thrown.
Good, times, good times…

Rob spent an unusual amount of time doing field training exercises in 2017. His unit prides itself on staying busy, but does not measure rates of divorce or any other reasonable marker of mental stability. Toward the end of the year he finally has time to take part in his unit’s Spur Ride. That is where we get the term “earning your spurs” from. It involves 48 hours of very little sleep (he loves sleep so much), about 30 miles of rucking with a 60 pound pack and a bunch of other crap strapped to him. For the first time in many, many years, he gets yelled at and forced to do push-ups and various other exercises until he gets really irritated. He is, he insists, too old for this shit. At the end he gets his spurs, a stress fracture in his foot, and some minor bragging rights.

Rob is a sucker for shiny things

He spends an exorbitant amount of time
working on his makeup,
as his Regimental Commander
is super into dress up.

The pair sees a couple of visitors this year, some of whom only Petra sees (see “Rob’s Regimental Commander is super into dress up” above). It is great being in Europe, as you can say fun things like, “why don’t we just meet up in Prague or Salzburg. They are both lovely this time of year.” It also creates the possibility to get friends into lederhosen, what Rob calls his party pants, for some “party, party”. Uh, ok, that got a little weird. Anyhow, it was nice to have friends visit.



They try a camper


Portugal: The rental van, the fitness regimen, being cool, and food!


They get a camper


Croatia: Their own van, the hikes, the food!

They learn more about beer


Lifecycle management:
from harvesting hops to earning a beer drinking certificate.

2018 - New skillzzzz and boozzzzzy trips

 

A trip to Scotland in early January


Whisky, wind, walking cows and a wee bit of fear
of driving on the "other side"


Petra continues a decade of mild obsession with exercise. She pushes, pulls, jumps and runs, and just seems to have a grand time doing it. She finally does something that she has struggled with for years: She gets a muscle up. This is mighty impressive to Rob, but also to all of the screaming ladies in the gym when it finally happens. It would be time for a short foray into an important topic here. Crossfitters are pretty obsessive about their chosen method of achieving fitness. They are a community, not just a group of people who exercise. So when somebody hits a milestone (e.g. a personal record on the squat or deadlift, or something as wickedly difficult as a muscle up [look it up. Even if you don’t care, the video you find will likely have somebody attractive in it]), the entire building usually goes nuts. Say what you want about their cult-like obsession and willingness to talk about it, but people supporting each other to be stronger and healthier is just cool. Now get out and lift some shit up!

The crowd roared
(that dude is not the crowd.
Most of them are behind the person taking the photo)

Rob reads an article about self-sufficiency, and promptly goes a little crazy. For those of you who are unfamiliar, he likes to describe his life philosophy so: He does not like to collect things, he likes to collect skills. If he does not know how to do something, especially if it is useful, it bugs him. So he sets a goal to reconnect with old, atrophying skills, or to learn new ones, but they need to address basic human needs. He starts brewing again, gets serious in the kitchen, attempts to fix things by himself, whenever possible, and lastly, gets a German hunting license. Through dumb luck he links in with some local hunters, and pretty quickly starts hunting with, let’s just say, fervor. Petra now has a steady source of wild protein, and Rob, respecting German hunting traditions, buys a funny hat for any group hunts.

“Just stand here with the gun,
and when the pigs run out of the cornfield
past you, shoot them.”
The vest is because 10 other people all around
have the same orders.
The nervous look is because wild pigs
are like ATVs with knives sticking out of their faces.

Admittedly, the German hunting hat doesn’t look silly compared to this one. And it is not all about shooting things. Sometimes, it is about fixin’

 

Champagne, France


“I drink Champagne when I'm happy and when I'm sad.
Sometimes I drink it when I'm alone.
When I have company I consider it obligatory.
I trifle with it if I'm not hungry and drink it when I am.
Otherwise, I never touch it -- unless I'm thirsty.”
― Lily Bollinger House of Bollinger Champagne

A pilgrimage to the Trappist monks


Of the eleven recognized breweries run by
Trappist monks in the world, six of them
are dotted across Belgium. We visited four, and drank
some of the "so-called" best beer in the world:
Westvleteren 12 - google it.

And on to Normandy...

 

...to see the D-Day landing beaches (and drink some cidre).


The day the music died:


Petra’s dad, who possessed one of the prettiest, loudest voices Rob has ever heard on an amateur, dies in May. A huge hole is left where that big voice and the big man that went along with used to be. They all try and sing a little louder at all of the parties and holidays, but some empty spaces need to be appreciated, and left as they are.

Booboo takes up making crop circles (sort of)


And now for a brief ode to Booboo, his unusual behaviors, and general cuteness. At some point in 2018 he takes up rearranging objects to his liking, usually in an effort to create bedding. He doesn’t always make a comfortable bed, but he begins to express his creativity, nonetheless. He also starts to do really cute things, which makes the smell a little more bearable. He shows only brief moments of being an old man. He still follows Petra and Rob up and down the stairs most trips, but whenever they use the stairs excessively, he delays for a moment and moans, somewhat irritated, then begins his trip. He also looks around, obviously a little eyesight challenged, during walks, and then trots off in the opposite direction when called. Petra thinks it is just him being a sweet old boy, and Rob thinks he is just being an asshole of a terrier again.

Nobody is sure how this makes
sleeping more comfortable,
but Booboo realizes that you must
suffer for your art.
Booboo attempts another across-species love affair, this time in Norway. Pretty froggy for 14 (he is only 13 here, though).


There are so many uncomfortable bed pics, so here is a collage of a few

Admittedly, that last one
looks pretty airy and comfortable...

Petra picks up another new skill. She learns how to "scrum". She is still at the same company, and has the chance to take on the role of product owner while they transform their e-commerce department to work agile. She meets some cool new people and loves working with her team. She really embraces the idea of "people over processes" and spends most of her working days looking for memes to entertain her developers.

Scrum team meetings are fun

Meeting old friends in 2018

 

Petra's French exchange student from 7th grade,
 fellow intern and roommate from LA,
UCLA buddies

2019 - lines in the sand


Local Art - Oberpfalz style




In case you can’t read that, somebody scraped “Jen’s Penis” in 10 foot letters on the back of a large hill that overlooks one of the hunting areas Rob uses on occasion. Either Jens is very proud of his penis, or somebody who knows him is a huge fan. While Petra and Rob, because of their general tendency towards hoping that the world is a happy place, hope for the latter, it seems very likely that Jens is simply proud of his wiener. They suppose that that, in its own way, can make the world a better place, at least if he keeps his displays harmless, and only uses the mentioned member when appropriate. Stay on the straight and narrow, Jens.

Booboo is not the only one in the family who suffers for his art. 



That broken nose is from the latest Highland games. Luckily, there was no need for Rob to set it, but he was ready for the call, and Petra was ready to tell him to get the hell away from her. She still believes it was just bruised.

Man, that work thing really dominates the year


Petra spends the first three months of the year with a nagging sense of stress. She leads the team that is responsible for integrating all aspects of a website launch for her company. There are lots of moving parts, and she is the go to person for complaints from every displeased department. The departments that are happy seem not to recall that she is also the go to for compliments and encouragement, but that's ok... she supposes. It is not really a big deal if her team screws this up, because the site, at least only the German site, serves [REDACTED] people per day (she demands this number be removed, because I guess she is the fucking government now). It’s not Amazon or anything, because then she would likely have adequate staffing. Sorry, she might have been whining a little there for a second. It goes off with only minor delays and salvageable glitches, and she is now ready for the vacation part of the year.


This sums up Petra’s pre-launch mood. No big deal, it was only 25% of the year

Rob is finally forced to accept some responsibility. The baby finally arrives (oh, now we have your attention). It is not a baby, but he is now a clinic chief and regional consultant for 5 Army PT clinics across Bavaria. The change actually occurs in summer ‘18, but early in the new year is where he starts hitting his stride. He approaches the entire endeavor with a certain intensity (shocker), and becomes even more comfortable with the idea that he is not there to make everybody happy. His first major project is to assist the people who shared the building with the physical therapy clinic that pets -and this next part is not, sadly, in the least a joke- are not allowed in medical buildings. While some, mainly those who think that bring your dog to work day applies to patient care areas, are not completely pleased with his style, others enjoy things like rules and standards. While he is sure he is called a puppy hater by a few people, he brings the house into a certain order. While most of his high school teachers would not believe this (god, is he still obsessed with their negative opinions of him 31 years later), he systematically applies his leadership philosophy to solving issues there: Care enough to make change when needed, pay enough attention to notice when change is needed, and do not fear conflict when it is necessary. One of the German employees -not one with a dog at work- once told him that his is an unloved child (kein geliebtes Kind. Sounds better in German) but that he is exactly what the place needs (this is one of the nicest things anybody has ever said to him, believe it or not). She says this on a day that he is thinking of drying his tears by banging his head on the wall -oh god, he...is...so...dramatic sometimes- and it recharges his batteries enough to get him up and going again.

Rob gets selected for Major. He will become a Major next summer, unless he screws something up. He prefers not to tempt the fates by discussing it further.


This sums up Rob’s mood at all times. No big deal, as it is just 100% of every year.

Regaining some sanity


They get out for a little fun in the sun in May. They take a trip through France and Italy, with a focus on a couple of excellent wine regions. Fun in the sun is a bit tricky at first, as there is a freak spring snowstorm that had the pair’s first two days looking more like a walk through a winter wonderland. This eases quickly, and they get to hiking, biking, kayaking and wine drinking. Well, they were on wine drinking from day one. The camper proves its supreme usefulness, and they are able to cover a wide range while taking in the sites.


Is this spring already?



They get another long trip in, this time to Norway. The word fjord should really be said like a spring being released. All together now: Fjord! The place is crazy beautiful, and as words don’t really get to the heart of the matter, here are a couple pics:



And also in 2019 they met up with some old friends



They close the year out is Petra’s home town, as is their tradition. They feel fortunate to be together, healthy, and to have many friends and family members among their loved ones. They sum up their life with a quote from an unlikely source:

“My life is dope, and I do dope shit” 
-Kanye West


Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year

Monday, December 26, 2016

Three More Years of Christmas Cheer

As promised, here is our yearly Christmas letter. I know, I know, we have only done 3 updates in 16 years, but at least we have included every year. For those who have never read the rest of the story, or would like a refresher, you can find the last years here and here. For those of you who stick it out and read the whole installment this year, there is a special bonus video at the end. I suppose you could just skip reading and scroll to the end, but if you are that busy I might suggest some time management techniques, or perhaps try guided meditation.

2014 “In my mind, I’m goin’ to Carolina…”


The pair settles in (so they think) for at least a few years in Southern Pines, NC, but one thing in particular stands out as a sign that their continued, temporary attempts at settled domesticity continue to be a struggle. Only houseplants, particularly those that thrive in the face of neglect, survive under their care. The sand hills of North Carolina are called that for a reason, and Petra and Rob’s tendency to kill useful crops is highlighted when they fail to get even one sunflower to sprout in their garden. Sand, apparently, only looks like dirt when well adapted local plants are already growing in it. Oddly enough, the kale that was planted by the earlier homeowners continued to grow after the soil was turned. The point here: Don’t ask them to water your garden while you are away. To drive that point home: Rob killed yet another rosemary plant, this time with the lawnmower. Rosemary, they both are told, is impossible to kill. Challenge accepted!

Some other notable events from 2014:

Germany wins the World Cup (it is like the World Series, but for soccer and for the whole world). Petra works from home and Rob’s boss is a soccer fan, so somehow the schedule allows for afternoon soccer parties at the house that June.

Germany wins the World Cup

The couple’s first (and last) Cat. 

They only have it for a few weeks (in the spirit of full disclosure, they are merely cat sitting), but one thing becomes abundantly clear: They like animals who poop outside, even if it culminates in turning a poop-filled bag inside out and finding the nearest garbage can. Sometimes shitting in public is the more civilized course of action. For the most part, they decide that they can get most of the benefits of cat ownership here. Careful, Rob just lost ten minutes of his life to the internet because of that link.

Cat Cat planning Rob and Petra’s demise
NC travels

2015:


Petra takes up the accordion (sexy!). Miss California 1957 becomes Petra’s accordion teacher. Lorna’s talent in the Miss California pageant was playing the accordion, and Petra bumps into her one day while she was playing at Southern Pines’ Octoberfest. This story isn’t going anywhere in particular, except perhaps that it illustrates the many unexpected, wickedly cool things that Petra and Rob run into when they are paying attention. Either way, Petra starts to learn an instrument that requires strength (got it), stamina (no problem) and ten fingers all performing independent actions (working on it). Rob claps at the end of every song, because he finds it simply amazing.

Otherwise they spend the year bebopping around, going out to the North and South Carolina coasts, cooking and eating up a storm, and generally having a good time. Rob also receives a five pack of machetes for his 44th birthday, and those could have only come from one person (you know who you are, and so do the authorities).

2015 was also the year of meeting up with old friends.

For the most part, time in North Carolina flies by, and the two don’t even realize how quickly the next move comes on. Where the hell did those two years go? The last third of the year finds the two heading to Germany, with a brief stop in San Antonio for some schoolin’.

Here are some highlights from the road trip. Some Petra firsts: Krispy Crème (not sure she is convinced of its merits), first fish caught (she is convinced, and eats the hell out of that mackerel). They hit some honky tonks, and Rob gets all giddy, because deep down he wishes he could be pickin’ the guitar and passing the J around with Willie Nelson, but that is just not where life has him for now.

Petra catches her first fish and eats Krispy Crème
for the first time

Rob grinning like an idiot in Nashville

Paying homage to the King
  
The best part about Texas (except, maybe, for all the freedom)

Fall in Texas (the second best thing about Texas)

Rob attends the 10 week Captain’s Career Course in San Antonio. They move into a hotel with no kitchen. After the course they move to Germany for the next duty station, and spend the first couple of months in a seemingly identical hotel room, slowly becoming desensitized to rice and canned mackerel.  

Sidebar: 5 months in a hotel with no kitchen and a dog is a long time. “Hey, I am going to go practice guitar (two feet from you).” “Hey I am going to stretch out (at your feet while you try to read during my grunting).” Hey I am going to fart (in the same room as you for five months straight. Thanks for cooking rice and mackerel again).” Although they swear that their love grows with proximity, they also swear that having more than one room would be a delight. At least they now know that they could sail around the world together in a small boat. 

They don’t want to talk about it more than that, but suffice it to say that finally getting into a house was lovely.

Planning our attack during Captain’s Career Course

Booboo is also tired of the hotel

Back in Germany

It took 5 years of planning/scheming/conniving/begging/luck, but Rob finally got orders to Germany. Now he gets to celebrate “Cowboy Hat Day” the last day of every week. 


They find like-minded people

They try new foods

In Germany the spend the year seeing stuff, going to fests and occasionally putting on Lederhosen and dirndl (Rob rarely wears the dirndl, as it is too small). The new town is very cool, and the locals need little reason to burst into celebration. The year flies by, and they seem to agree that this is the fastest a year has blown by in a long while. The highlight is a nine day hike in the Dolomites in July, but it is truly difficult to pick one highlight in an otherwise great year. 

In the mountains again: The main problem with the
Dolomites is how ugly they are

Another highlight: Getting stand-up paddle boards

Petra gets another office job

Dreaming again of 2 martini lunches and afternoon golf (wait, that her old advertising agency bosses who did that), Petra gets a job doing conversion rate optimization (what the hell is that) at a large German firm. She spends the last couple of months of 2016 working in an office with programmers who consider changing clothes daily as oppression against which they must battle. It makes her feel like Rob is there with her (all of those pictures of Rob in the same shirt were not, in fact, taken on the same day). She is happy to be back “in the shit” but her accordion practice suffers.

Before they close, it is time to do a brief comparison:

Oktoberfest vs. Octoberfest

Oktoberfest
Octoberfest Winner
Visitor Height Taller Shorter Oktoberfest
Beer 1 Liter As little as .33 liter Oktoberfest
Visitors 5.9 million Can’t calculate Depends on if you like crowds
Locations 1 (Munich) Many Octoberfest
Beer Tents 34 Usually one Octoberfest (harder to lose friends)
Vessel 1 Liter Glass Plastic Oktoberfest (Plastic? Savages!)
Fun Factor High High Tie
Drunk Factor Also high Also high Oktoberfest (Drunk Germans are less angry)
Males Wear Lederhosen Lederhosen Tie
Women Wear Dirnld Mini-Skirt-Dirndl Octoberfest (Tradition is fun, but leg is better)


Winner: It is a close one, but Oktoberfest takes it by a nose.

The people are taller: Admittedly, we didn’t know that Jill
would invite her brother Frodo to the 2015 Southern Pines Octoberfest.

As the weather becomes less delightful, Petra and Rob dig in and prepare for the Christmas season. They visit a few of the many Christmas markets the area has to offer, and get ready for the annual pilgrimage to Pfullendorf for Christmas. As always, they are grateful for the wonderful friends, family and great life they have, and wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Enjoy the holidays, wherever you may be, and here is the video they promised (threatened):

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Let’s Make That Thirteen Years of Christmas:

For those of you who did not see the last ten years, or would like an update, 2000 through 2010, see here.

2011: Let the Games Begin

School

Rob begins the greatest memorization festival ever at the US Army Baylor Physical Therapy program, and his personality temporarily suffers for it. His days are filled with lists, charts, graphs and pictures of new things to learn at an accelerated pace. He smiles, tries to act like it is no big deal, and slowly begins to be irritated by every single thing that distracts him. He is generally thought of as “that old, angry dude” by his classmates (average age: 26, Rob’s age: 41), and spends the first half of the year pissed about everything. He loses his dad in July, and returns from the funeral after a stiff drink of perspective, no ice. He is still a bit of a curmudgeon, but back to baseline levels.

Rob loves his new job:


The Girls

Chickens arrive, but the number varies initially due to the uncertainties of animal husbandry (6-1+2-2=5[5 being a stable number of chickens]). The chickens settle in, but darkness soon falls. Shadows from raptors’ wings chill the chickens’ bones, and the near-silent stalking of raccoon’s feet transforms their evening trance into a terrified night watch. Luckily, Chickenman (this name must be said in Christian Bale’s Batman voice) is there to patrol the coop’s mean streets. Not so lucky is the fact that Chickenman’s superhero costume looks just like Rob’s sleep outfit plus house shoes and a bow and arrow. While the neighbors sleep (thank god), Chickenman streaks across the backyard, bow in hand, at the first hint of predator. Actually, let’s just forget this last part and get on with the rest of the year.

Six is not a stable number of chickens:


Petra Goes Native (German), Rob Goes Native (American)

Petra and Rob expect some forced separations due to Army service, but not quite this soon. In October, Rob begins his first clinical rotation at the Northern Navajo Medical Center in New Mexico. He and the dog pack up and drive west, while Petra decides to live in Germany until the New Year begins. She sets up an internet connection, and works from 3:00PM to midnight every day. Prior to work, she spends the day helping her mother out (this, in itself, is a long and complicated story, but to sum it up: The help is needed and appreciated). The two try and talk as often as possible, but between communication difficulties on the reservation and the time difference, Petra and Rob speak to each other far less than they would like for about 2 and a half months. It sucks, but they get through it. They meet again over Christmas, and ring in the New Year among a group of Petra’s seventy something year old relatives, a group that somebody must have slipped some meth earlier in the day, because they told stories and generally raised hell until way late.

2012: Rob Memorizes, Petra Breathes Fire

Settled Back In

Petra’s year can be summed up simply: She spends more and more time lifting heavier and heavier things faster and faster, while continuing to do all the same things she would normally do otherwise. She tries to erase the next sentence, but it is mysteriously reinserted: Female strangers frequently stop her on the street and ask her what she does to get her arms to look so strong (They are not just strong-looking, ladies!) Rob continues memorizing information at, what seems to him, an alarming rate. He gets to forget it after each test, at least, that is, until comprehensive oral examinations in the middle of the year. 

Petra gets all swole up:


Breathing Room

After oral exams (passed!), the two make their way to the Pacific Northwest for a vacation. On day one, they receive a phone call from the guy who is watching the house (He comes highly recommended by a neighbor, but my guess is that the neighbor has set the bar for people she lets into her house fairly low). The scene: A café in Portland. Petra and Rob are sitting with friends around a table outdoors. All four have cappuccinos in hand and little sweet treats in front of them. It is the first moment in about 5 weeks that Rob can take a deep breath after prepping for oral examinations, and this, in turn, allows Petra’s stress to melt away. Ring, ring: Hello? Heeeyyyy, is this Rob? Yes. Hi, I am the guy who is taking care of your house and dog. Yes, hi Don. Just a quick question (His speech comes in a maddeningly slow cadence), did you have two cars? (My speech slows to match his) Yeeeessss. Why are you asking? Uuuuhhhhh, It’s just that I thought you had two cars. We do have two cars, Don, but I am troubled by our difference in tense usage. You keep using the past, did, while I keep using the present, do. Yeah, well…. Stop Don. Where are you right now? In your driveway. What do you see? I’m in front of your house (PLEASE TALK FASTER! MY CAPPUCCINO IS GETTING COLD AND THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!). Don, what sort(s) of car(s) do you see? I see a silver car (whew, the Subaru is still there). LONG PAUSE…… Ok, do you see another car? Welllll, that’s the thing… Don, do you see a small blue car next to the medium-sized silver car that you are looking at now (Use those closed-ended questions when called for)? Uhhhh… Don, please give me a yes or no answer. Well, no, not really. And that is how vacation, which is wonderful, by the way, starts. The car is recovered a few days after vacation ends, and after a bit of fixing up, is as good as new. 

We didn’t need that car in the Pacific Northwest, anyhow:


A month later Rob starts his one-year clinical internship, and Petra learns to enjoy living with somebody who is not studying (or talking about needing to study) constantly.

2013: Ten Years Married, on the Move Again

Rob and Petra celebrate their tenth anniversary in Palm Springs. They have a great time, and have to redo the math over and over, because they still can’t imagine that ten years married, thirteen together in total, have passed. It is one of the year’s highlights.

Happy Anniversary!


Our time in Texas, summed up:


Don’t Mess With Texas!

There is a reason that Texans don’t want you to mess with it. The only two answers they have for any criticism of their state, even if it is completely reasonable, go as follows: 1. Texas didn’t ask for you to be here (clearly a plea for us to stay, but to integrate), or 2. If you don’t like it, you can leave (Yes, we will leave as soon as Rob’s job -you know, knitting the blanket of freedom under which you sleep comfortably and safely each night (Thank you forever, Charles, for spouting out this wonderfully ironic and overblown statement)- no longer requires him to live in Texas. Either way, don’t mess with Texas, because….well, just because. There are four words those of you who love your Texas as it is: Julian and Juan Castro (My bet is on Julian as our first Hispanic President). “Oh the times, they are A-changing…” Maybe we will move back some day (somewhere in the distance a loud cry of “Nein!” cuts through the air). Sorry, lost focus there for a second. Oh, in August, we leave the state of Texas and head east!

North Cackalacky (how the hell do you spell that, anyhow?)

Petra keeps the same job and continues to work from home (shocker!), and Rob (he’ll let you call him Doctor Rob, but just this once…) graduates with a Doctor of Physical Therapy degree. They are both briefly elated, then relieved, then they go home to watch the movers finish packing as they load the car for the trip east. 

The pair heads east, and visits Houston, TX, New Orleans, LA, Ft. Walton beach, FL and Savannah, GA along the way. They are all places worthy of a visit, but Petra and Rob are excited to get to North Carolina. They arrive after a week and a half underway, and promptly take up temporary residence in a small apartment behind a horse farm for about a month.  

Note: No chickens were harmed in the filming of this move: Maria, Tiziana, Amelia, Aretha and Tina now live with a pair of friends who raise excellent pastured pigs for a living. They are cage free, organically-fed, and treated in humane manner (unless they are bad, and then the farmers use corporal punishment as appropriate). Also, Booboo is allowed to move with Rob and Petra, despite his many failings (He has two: He won’t chase a ball, and does not understand any command other than “stink,” which he executes even when not told to)

Soπ

Petra coached Crossfit (I don’t know how to do the trademark symbol, so please don’t send Crossfit’s army of corporate image hounds after me, Coach Glassman) in San Antonio, but in Southern Pines, or Sopi, or, if you’re really too cool Soπ she coaches regularly before her workday starts.

Rob gets stationed with the 3rd Brigade Combat Team, 82nd Airborne Div, where he is the sole physical therapist for about 3000 Airborne soldiers. Despite his frequent grumbling, he is in his element (Wait, is grumbling his element, or is the “real” Army his element. Maybe it is a bit of both).  6 weeks after starting, he takes and passes hi PT license exam, and now has a huge imbalance between letters behind his name (PT, DPT, CSCS) and the number of skills he possesses (He reckons it is a 9/3 ratio). He is now officially knees deep in being an Army Physical Therapist.

Roots, AKA, House #2

The couple buys a house (To our English teacher/English language snob friends: Please stop using the collective plural in the US. You, not the kids and text messaging, are destroying our language), and they are overrun with first world problems: They renovate their kitchen, it takes a couple days longer than planned, and worst of all, they have to figure out where the wine fridge goes. It is really all too much, and they start to envy those people whose only problems in life are where to find food and shelter (If you were even vaguely offended by the last sentence, blame Rob, watch this and then watch this).

They head to Germany for the Christmas season, and celebrate the Holidays with Petra’s family. They eat goose, spaetzle, red cabbage and sing Christmas carols while either Petra or Lothar (yes, like Lothar of the Hill People from Saturday Night Live, but the “th” is hard) plays the recorder. They all discuss how amazing it is that Petra and Lothar (almost) remember how to play the songs on the recorder, even though they practice only once per year on Christmas Eve. Petra and Rob remember how lucky they are –they never forgot, really- to be together, and have a life filled with good friends, family, good health and all the fixin’s.  They are also tremendously happy for the time difference between the states and Germany, as this buys them a few more hours to get this letter out.

They thank you all for being a part of their lives, and have a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and may your lives be filed with all you wish for.

The new town:


The new house:


The new yard:


The old dog:


New trick:


Until next year (well, last time you heard that it was three years, and the time before that it was ten, so let’s just say see you in a bit), Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.