Since I've been gone...

Just some randomness that has come up since we moved here a month ago:

I thought I'd blog more now that we have high speed wireless. Actually, I just play more Scrabulous.

I'm tired of spending more time dwelling on my house than His House.

I absolutley love riding our motorcycle. But it really is too small for three people to enjoy a long ride on it.

After a month of living a mile from the ocean, today we finally went out to see it. Now I really want a kayak.

The time to move to a new city is not during the rainy season. It's never dry enough and misquito-free enough to just walk around the neighborhood and meet people.

Still waiting on paperwork for the work Visa to come through. No classes have been assigned to me so there's nothing for me to prepare for. I really can't even get involved in meetings yet.

This city is ten times bigger than we left and yet I can't find a place to buy cheese or an electric hair trimmer.

I look forward to the dry season so we can teach @ to ride a bike.

We have a package waiting for us in our old city and I don't know who sent it. (A friend will get it for us next week.)

I've been dwelling a lot on "whatever happended to...whoever" recently. Maybe because the future is so unknown right now. Annie Bergstrom found me not too long ago and now I wonder about a lot of others. Emily Potter? Brent Rankin? Kelly Wrobel? Matt Logaman? Corey O'Donnel?

Within a week's time, I bough two copies of John Grisham's new non-fiction book. They had two different covers and I was exhausted from cancelled flights and rescheduling. The first person I thought to offer the book to had also recently purchased it.

The best bookstore in town is at the airport...on the other side of security...which almost anyone can bluff their way through without a ticket or boarding pass. It's also only about ten minutes from here.

While in Singapore we found a place to stay that was nicer than the Y and nearly $150 Sing dollars cheaper. It's a bit off the subway routes but if we learned to use the busses there, it'd be great.

Things my son loves: Mr. Bean, anything superhero related, his new matchbox racetrack that has an elevator and can be mounted to the back of the door. (He got it for Christmas but we held off a month so he could play with it unbroken here.) He also can't get enough of Elmo or trying to make someone else laugh by asking Elmo-like questions. "Can a turtle wear underwear? Can a bed wear underwear?" And boats and planes. Singpore. Richard Scarry's Busytown books. "Fixing" things.

Breakfast has started to matter to me in the last few months. If I don't eat something, I'm starving by noon. It used to be that a can of Coke or Mountain Dew would keep me though lunchtime.

I miss snow and the changes in the weather beyond rain or not rain.