Green Juice with Ingwer

Coffee and Juice Almhof style

Coffee and Juice San Francisco style......the espresso was small and bitter, like my mood. 

Christmas 2018 is in the books, and Frederick is tucked into Wentworth Hall- a place he is increasingly emotional about leaving. I wish I could help him, but there is no cure for love, or its shitty cousin attachment. Saying goodbye is just such a bitch. (I seem to be swearing a lot in 2019).

We had never spent three weeks in a row at the Schneider, and I am here to report it is not all bad. We came to breakfast early and were met with a small battalion of waiters who looked as if they had waited for us all night. Guten Morgen Familie Wehlen! "Two green juices with ginger, and two double espressos?" We would nob appreciatively through the jet lag, and then get down to talking about avocado toast. Somewhere around the second week Thomas announced he could get used to this.

When we left, there was a bit of a hub bub- Luis arranged for much of the staff to come down to see us off waving white handkerchiefs. It would have been hilarious if it hadn't been so tragic.

Harumi and I made some progress this year, and she and Thomas are delighted. They speak about me as if I am Eliza Doolittle. Sometimes one little tip works, and this year she told me my hip had to go up at a point in the turn- or at least more than it had been. The effect was amazing- I could be in thick snow, or weird snow or facing a steep fall into the valley, and I felt like I had this little secret weapon: Hüfte Hoch! she kept saying, and then I started saying it, no matter where I was. "Hüfte Hoch!" Hüfte Hoch!" over and over; over hill and dale.

Curiously the "Hüfte Hoch!" mantra is non transferable. Thomas had literally no idea what this meant, or where the hell his hip should be.

I am so jet lagged, that I don't know what I am writing- also just found out I have to go to the dentist this afternoon. I am too dehydrated for tears.

F seems very happy and pleased with all of his deferrals. The worst one had to be Cambridge because the start of the letter lauded him and his little application. But by the end they said uh no. Call us when you have taken all five APs. But nice work and fancy footwork at that interview!

He said that he knows people who turned on each other when one got into a school and the other didn't. This horrified him: "I guess I picked the right friends mommy..." So ok, maybe he won't get in to a big name physics school in this country. It looks increasingly unlikely unless we cough up a large check to make up for his whiteness, which we won't.
But here is the good news: he is surrounded by friends, and he is sleeping like a baby.

My new Castro look in Boston. I mean it's cute, right? Thomas keeps yelling VIVE!!!