Zwölf Days Out

Things are totally coming together as we get closer to our departure date. We have renters, we have legally required lights on our bikes—they’re awesome; they look like strobe lights. We tested them out on our way home from Nick and Kristin’s without incident. We have our movers scheduled, we have our tickets, we got a green light from the dentist, and I am oh so close to finishing my exams. I took a breather today so Bird and I could check out the new outlets. They had everything you’d expect: Banana, Gap, girls with bikini line bearing cut-offs, restaurants like Chicken Now and Sausage Kingdom. Super fun. I got new pants with tons of confusing pockets. Because of our move, I also got to excuse myself from jury duty, which I was scheduled for a few days after we leave. I had a hilarious experience with jury duty while I was teaching at Reeths-Puffer. On the video where the kids were supposed to do speeches in my absence, the sub recorded Chad Lowry performing a song he entitled “Miss D., I’m Sorry You’re on Jury Duty.” I guess the song was popular for a while; he played it at some parties around town. My last jury duty was great too. I got to sit and grade for about four solid hours, my workday was over by one, and I raked in two dollars. But not going is absolutely the best luck so far. This bodes well for Germany.