19 May
Okay clouds, you win today.
20 May
A Frisbee for your thoughts…
Yesterday winding through the black forest on our bus was wonderful; my host lives in the woods, pity we don’t have time to take the trails… the trees go on for miles and are simply wonderful… the running river through a small village we stopped at was perfect; I wanted to walk around on the rocks as the water flowed musically downhill, yet it was down a short ravine and across a fence… I was close to it yet the water was still too far.
Beautiful out…
Still lack of life.
Played our concert at a beer garden last night, went very well indeed… I quite enjoyed it…
Tonight we grilled bratwurst, played both volleyball and Frisbee in addition to kicking the soccer ball around. There was also a campfire for s’mores… it was a nice way to spend the evening with our host families and fellow band members… the church is in the forest aswell, the black forest quite reminds me or Mirkwood…
I almost missed the s’mores however; spent most of my time playing Frisbee. At first it was just with my host family’s daughter, then another boy joined that may have been 7… he didn’t know how to throw it so I had the pleasure of helping him learn… he caught on well, I enjoyed working on his throwing with him quite a bit, then my host family’s 5 year old son joined in, for quite a while I was just playing with the two boys. It was fun; the boy I taught to play Frisbee was funny and open. Apparently the girls staying with his family couldn’t get a word out of him… hmm. When we went over to s’mores his older sister treated him like he was two and he didn’t say a word as she hovered, hand at his back and face right next to his, ‘can I help you? Want me to get you a marshmallow? How do you want it cooked?’ etc.
He squirmed and remained quiet, after she cooked the marshmallow he didn’t want it and she said ‘mom! ______ made me make him a s’more and he doesn’t want it!’
…
I had helped him and the other boy get their marshmallow on a stick before his sister came, they were both excited and talking about the s’mores…
Ha.
Metaphor…
seems that hovering about and focusing on something like that instead of just being supportive makes one clam up.
seems that hovering about and focusing on something like that instead of just being supportive makes one clam up.
At anyrate, he was better once his sister left. my host family’s older daughter didn’t do that to her brother and her brother is younger…
It also bothered me when one of the guys in the band came to play Frisbee with us… it bothers me when people talk to kids like they’re… not people.
I think that’s what I’m saying…?
They can think, they’re humans, don’t treat them like they’re lower and you’re older and all knowing.
Random:
Oddly enough, playing Frisbee with those kids, interacting with them, seeing them respond to me, just made me smile that that one guy will never be a part of my future life.
I don’t quite like that because it’s almost like I’m saying that I’m better…
Not at all what I mean but it seems that way.
…is it what I mean?
And especially when that band member came up and was trying to interact with the kids… makes me relieved that he’s not around, even if he doesn’t quite treat kids like that band member did. Just somehow made me happy…
And excited that if I ever have kids I get to teach them to play Frisbee and such.
21 may- morning
Was dropped off early at the church as my host family’s kids are going to their first race today; one mile for the ten year old, half mile for the five year old. They’re excited.
At the moment I’m sitting in a house…
That used to be a SS headquarters in charge of interrogating prisoners.
Fascinating…
The jewish member of our band is a little freaked out yet she’s controlling herself.
Beautiful morning indeed.
Just hope I’m not being hardened too much… in feeling revolted by him and most every thought of him I feel that my hurt is being traded for such… disdain?
Ah well.
Apologies to anyone who expects real thought.
I shouldn’t write anything if I don’t have the thought to put behind it anylonger…
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