His Father's Son

My mother has often lamented that there are no straight-faced photos of me until about age 25.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

By A Thread

I am finding it incredibly difficult to do anything useful or productive other than running.  Any chance I get I am running.  Perhaps it gets me closer to home.  With under three weeks to go my impatience is unbearable.  I have never felt anything like it.

I am making every possible effort to remain focused at work.  Otherwise, I just sort of wander around the house.  All my stuff is in a pile to be shipped to Cairo early next week.  Wicked, really to ship things two weeks before I depart.  I suppose it means my things will likely be there when I arrive but it quite shatters any hopes of remaining in the moment.

So I am living out of a suitcase and wandering an empty house.  Netflix is my friend.  Anything to pass the time.  Though the nature of the Internet connection here is such that I can only watch in 7 minute intervals before having to wait 15 minutes to reload.

My shower head broke a week or so ago.  The replacement provides only a trickle and I can no longer mix hot and cold.  I just have to choose one or the other.

I watched Moneyball for the fourth time today.  I love that movie.  But really, four times?

I want to blog about children, like I used to, but I get bits and pieces of their stories second hand.  Their stories are not my stories.  I wept quite pitifully over this fact a few nights ago.

I should call my mother more often.

Sewage and Roses

They "cleaned" my water tank today. Somehow, please do not ask me to explain the causal chain, this led to a flooding of the basement.

I am told it was "just water." Aquafina is just water. This water is much more than just water.

Have you seen the movie Labyrinth?  I now live in the Bog of Eternal Stench.

The housekeeper helpfully attempted to cover the odor with rose air freshener. It's like drinking apple juice right after you brushed your teeth. Roses and putrid water just don't mix well.

How soon am I going home?

Easter Morning

My children, while you decorate and hunt for eggs, while you eat chocolate bunnies and jelly beans, I hope you will remember what it's all for.

Just like our joyful reunion in 30 days, so will be our reunions in heaven.

They Hate Mules!