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Cindy B's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 6/8/01 -------------------- 5/24/01 5/15/01 5/8/01 4/1/01 3/17/01 2/16/01 2/4/01 1/24/01 1/19/01 1/8/01 1/2/01 12/18/00 12/12/00 12/5/00 11/28/00 11/21/00 11/13/00 11/7/00 11/4/00 10/31/00 10/24/00 10/17/00 10/10/00 10/5/00 9/28/00 9/20/00 9/9/00 9/3/00 7/30/00 -------------------- Cindy B's Introduction

October 10, 2000

Hi everyone!
There has been a lot going on at the Brehl’s homestead. I think we might be buying a house soon! We’re still waiting for a second price estimate, so there is nothing set in stone as of yet. But we know the current owner (heck, in this town everyone knows everyone). She’s an old widow that is on a waiting list to move into the local retirement home. The house is so cute! It’s a typical northern style brick house, but the best thing is it has a relatively big yard, which is like gold around here. It’s so hard to find a house with more than a washcloth-sized garden that doesn’t cost a fortune. And the house is in a tiny neighborhood with about four or five houses and all around the house is farmland (lots of sheep and cows!). Anyway, we’ve had our eyes on this house since June and I really think this is it. I’ll keep you posted. I hope we can sign the papers within the next week but everything seems to be going soooo slow. I just want to get out of this apartment.

We’ve been living here since April 1998, about one month before Stefan and I got married. The apartment is really a house divided into two apartments, one on the main level and one upstairs. We’re on the main level and our horrid neighbors live upstairs. I know it seems terrible to talk about our neighbors like that. It has gotten so bad; it’s really become stressful. We really haven’t done anything; we’re usually gone the whole day, even on the weekends. It’s gotten so bad that Stefan heard the woman, Mrs. Pirnbaum, try to open our front door to see if it was locked. Right afterward he asked her why she tried to come in and she started yelling at him. We’ve seen them throwing garbage in our garden (which we throw back in theirs) and Mrs. Pirnbaum steps on our herbs every year when they start to grow back again. Every time we confront her about it she starts calling us pigs. This is a woman who trims their grass with scissors and washed their curtains every single week; we don’t do that.

Anyway, we have talked to our landlord and he’s talked to them but there’s not much he can do. Anyway, I can’t wait to get out of here. It’s kind of sad, too, because this apartment is really nice. There's marble trim on the windowsills, terra cotta (I think) tiling and hardwood floors. There is only a bedroom, a foyer/hallway, kitchen and living room. But that’s enough for us right now. But we really need a house soon when we get pregnant.

Speaking of PG, Stefan’s cousin finally had her baby! It’s been kind of exciting around here for us. It’s a girl and her name is Elisabeth Charlotte; they emailed us pictures yesterday and she’s so cute! All I know is I want one of those! I don’t care if it is a boy or a girl. I know a lot of people say that, but DH and I really don’t, each has its own characteristics. Sometimes I think I want a boy and then a week later I think a girl would be better. It just doesn’t matter.

Well, I’m playing the waiting game. I think I O'd about a week ago on day 26. Hey, better late than never, right? I would even be happy if AF did come, just to know that I can sometimes O!!

I almost forgot. I talked to my mom on the phone on Sunday and my cat, Ditto, is sick!! He is so sick -- he might have cancer. This is so sad. I wound up crying almost the whole night when I found out about it. He’s so far away and I can’t do anything to help him. We got Ditto when I just turned 12 and he always slept in my room and bugged me when I tried to do my homework. When I got older I fed him and changed his litter box. It was so hard for me to leave him when I moved here. I would have taken him if it would have been possible, but German law states that all animals that come in from outside the EU have to be quarantined for six months. Ditto was 10 at the time and too old for that -- it would have been too traumatic. Even while I write this I have tears in my eyes. He was more than just a cat to me. Cross your fingers that he will be OK. I don’t have a scanner right here, but I’ll try to include a picture next time.

Love,
Cindy