Merkel unblogged
My boss asked me yesterday: “So how do you think the Bush-Merkel meeting will turn out today?” I almost dropped my 4×8 wood board and stopped looking busy for a second because the big event had totally slipped my mind. How’s that for a self-proclaimed blogger for American-German relations? That’s almost like Michael Moore forgetting to make a movie about Bush’s latest atrocities (is his documentary “Spying Bastard!” already playing in theatres?)
I was contemplating faking a rare disease to take the rest of the day off and hurry home to check the news. Unfortunately I had already stayed home the day before due to the amputation of my left leg (off the record: that was my official excuse. The truth is I couldn’t find enough encouragement to leave the bedroom. There‘s still too much German in me that sometimes I forget I don‘t get paid for sick-days.)
Pretending to struggle with my balance on just one leg I told my boss about my concern that Merkel might put too much emphasis on the Guantanamo issue. We both agreed it wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do for the new German head of state.
When I finally got home my Little Rib demanded so much attention that I never got closer to the computer than a few feet. At least I had the TV running in the background (FOX News, of course) but every time Merkel’s meeting with Bush at the White House was mentioned my Little Rib started talking. She calls it “having a conversation”. I’ll be a dead man if she reads this, but let me tell you something: When we have a conversation I do not get to say much. I’m allowed to make certain gestures of acknowledgement, especially nodding but that’s about it.
So I spent the night on the couch with her till I fell asleep. When I woke up today my first thought was: “Holy Merkel! I must get all the information!” I tried to get off the couch but I was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed back down again. “I’m not done yet, honey.”
“Ok, just let me go to the bathroom real quick, please.”
“Hurry!”
I locked myself in the bathroom and started a morse-code conversation with my neighbor:
“How was the meeting with Merkel?”
“Who’s Merkel?” was his knocking response on the wall.
“Never mind.”
My Little Rib just went to the laundry room. I have to act quickly now. So who can tell me how the meeting with Merkel went? Any piece of information, no matter how small, is much appreciated!
I think she mentioned the “G” word, and I heard Bush countering her position on it. Then he took her to lunch. So all went well after all.
Comment by ralphieboy - January 15, 2006 @ 10:07 am
Bush is just after her ‘schneetzahl’ [sic]
Comment by Claudia - January 15, 2006 @ 10:20 am
The leakers took the day off, check back tomorrow.
Comment by Papa Ray - January 15, 2006 @ 8:23 pm
That was funny. A question though, do you and yourneighbor coordinate bathroom trips? LOL
Comment by GM Roper - January 16, 2006 @ 11:54 am