Frank only popped in for a few minutes, but somehow he still managed to make me laugh before disappearing again. He leaned into the conversation with that amused smile of his and announced that he would leave me and Fruitloop—his nickname for Janita—to continue talking. He only wanted to say thank you for coming back…
I had reservations about this topic before we started. Creative play in daily life. For some people, maybe this sounds easy. For me, not really. I can talk about customers. I can talk about football. I can talk about family, driving, meetings, distributors, sales numbers, and how to build a relationship step by step. These…
In Brida, Fruitloop and I run a highly automated system. Our standard advertising campaign is set up weeks in advance. Our routine processes are linked to the various tools we use. The Fruitbowl hums away in the background. Jaffelpuff does what Jaffelpuff does. Pineapples and Spuds take on certain invisible tasks. Most of the time,…
Fruitloop:I asked the Mayor if he was ready. He said he was never ready. So, naturally, we went live. That is how Episode 46 of Peeling Potatoes began: not with dignity, not with polish, not with a grand announcement, but with the Mayor checking whether I was warm in my little cubby hole and me…
What happened in Fruitloop world this week? Well, this is where it gets interesting. We knew winter was coming, but we expected a few more warm days and sunshine to enjoy. The weather man, however, had a completely different plan. We moved from summer and warm winter days straight into floods and cold. Everything is…
Today started with chaos. My computer was doing weird things again, and Fruitloop asked me if I had the good computer or the bad one. Honestly, I didn’t even know what happened, but finally it worked, so it was okay. I was really tired. Like really really tired. I had a huge weekend and almost…
Coming back home after four months away felt unreal. The second I walked into my room at my parents’ house in Alsace, I finally breathed properly again. Everything smelled familiar, even if the room itself looked like a storage war zone because I had dumped half my apartment into it. Between unpacking, reorganizing everything, and…
Some weekends arrive quietly and peacefully. Mine arrived carrying a flea market, a wedding anniversary, Mother’s Day, school projects, birthday surprises, and one tragically shattered ceramic grater. Janita — or Fruitloop, as I like to call her — started the conversation by asking whether I was excited about my birthday. Excited might have been too…
I knew Thursday was already becoming dramatic before I had even left my bed. The moment I opened my eyes and saw the time — six fifty — my heart nearly stopped. Not because the world was ending, but because I had missed Lunch with the Mayor and Fruitloop again. For two weeks in a…
Yesterday, Janita had rain all day. The real kind of rain. The kind that settles in for hours and makes the whole world feel grey and wet and slightly tired. Her father had measured fifty millimetres in the garden and she repeated the number twice, laughing a little at how serious it sounded. By morning…
