I just got back from a long hike along the trails in the woods near our home. The weather is fabulous and everything is in bloom. I was almost home and came upon some neighbors and we chatted for a while under a cherry tree and gorged ourselves on wild cherries! I felt like I was on vacation!
M and I will be enjoying another treat starting this evening. We've bought a fitness station so that we can do strength training together. We've been thinking and talking about it for a long time now and decided to take the plunge-- I'm really excited about it!
I just hope that if I keep up with the exercise and the wild cherries that I'll end up like my 94+ year old Great Aunt Irene who likes to show off her smooth yoga moves. When she's not too busy playing cards or hanging out with friends, that is....
This video has been haunting me for a couple of days now. I can't stop watching or thinking about it. The text at the end where they're staring at the sailor's ghost says: "You are always nearby".
M celebrated Fathers' Day yesterday doing manly things like punching his friends in the gut and kicking them in the head.
He and S participated in a Taekwando demonstration at an outdoor festival here in town. They (and the rest of their group) did such a great job, and pulled it off with such aplom-- I was really proud of them!
Here's 9 seconds-worth of M being extremely dangerous...
Don't have much to say. We're hanging in there, but are waiting for the other shoe to drop with M's employer. Nothing concrete, just a steadily growing feeling of dread that we will soon have to pull up stakes again and leave this place that we've come to love so much.
Some days I feel like I'm dangling out of a 10th story window, holding onto a windowsill which is starting to crumble away underneath my fingertips...
I haven't posted any photos over here in a while, so let's look at some pictures instead, shall we?
My dad's twin sister is currently on a river cruise from Budapest to Amsterdam. The boys and I drove out to Würzburg on Tuesday afternoon to meet up with her. We've always said that S strongly resembles my Dad, and here's more living proof!
I guess our strawberry plant loves us as much as we do it! Can you believe this perfectly heart-shaped strawberry? We loved it, warts and all! And then we ate it! Mwah hah hah hah hah haaaaaaa!
Here's S rustlin' up some cattle out at Buffalo Bill's grave on Lookout Mountain in Colorado.
B's obviously a natural born rider. on a motorcycle...
Cursus! Foiled again! B makes a narrow escape. for now...
S and B and their Colorado cousins at the Denver Zoo!
My favorite part of our trip to Colorado was teatime at the Boulder Dushanbe Tea House, which was actually built in Tajikistan and transported piece by piece to Boulder! I was lucky enough to get to travel to Tajikistan back in 1995 and have wonderful memories of the beautiful countryside.
B relaxing after his tea. I think he'd actually consider moving to Central Asia if it meant he could have pillows like these at the dinner table!
I loved the traditional artwork on the ceilings! This place was so beautiful, and the tea was fabulous! It's definitely worth a visit if you're ever in the neighborhood!
S goofing around with my sister-in-law / second cousin. Have I ever mentioned here that my cousin married M's brother? I always feel like a redneck when I try to explain our tangled family tree...
I love this picture! This was snapped mid-chaos while visiting M's other brother and his family in Amsterdam. Those are actually real smiles on everybody's faces despite the fact that we asked them to pose for the picture!
Just got back from vacation and found out that M's cousin, C, is going downhill fast. He fell unconscious yesterday and was so near death that his parents called his sisters and brother to his bedside to say goodbye.
Yesterday evening, however, he rallied briefly and suddenly woke up. When he saw the faces of everyone gathered around him he said: "It's like everyone's expecting something of me and I don't know what to do." And his mom said: "A smile would be enough." And he answered: "I left my last smile for you in the freezer next to the frozen lasagna."
The world is losing a beautiful, funny, wonderful human being...
We have arrived safely and are having a great time reconnecting with family. The kids picked right back up where they all left off and are really enjoying each other's company.
This area is mountainous and beautiful and I've been slipping out for long hikes amid the wildflowers, pine trees and craggy boulders. Yesterday I came upon a group of 5 young mule deer who were grazing just a couple of meters away! We all stood still and stared at each other-- it was a magical moment!
Today I borrowed a dog and went for another hike. Have some great music with me complements of my own personal dj. :-) When Rodrigo y Gabriela came on we both broke out into a joyful run! What a pleasure!
Am packing right now: we'll be leaving this afternoon for Colorado to visit my brother-in-law and his family. Just in time-- we really, REALLY need a vacation! See you when we get back in June!
I'm taking a mental health day. Skipped class and am eschewing the phone / housework / and other sundry responsibilities. Just got back from a great long hike with Bethany and Rufus and am going to go flop down on the couch with a cup of coffee and Zafon's book.
yin and yang: is used to describe how seemingly disjunct or opposing forces are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, giving rise to each other in turn... Yin and yang are complementary opposites within a greater whole. Everything has both yin and yang aspects, which constantly interact, never existing in absolute stasis.
We just got back from visiting a beautiful boy who is quietly dying in his parents' living room.
And yet, how can I not smile through my tears when I think of three other lively little boys hamming it up in the back seat of our car?
It's been drizzling and gray for days now, and that suits my mood perfectly. Because right now life? Life seems to be filled with endless precipitation.
M's cousin is admirably braving the indignities reserved for those who are busy sloughing off this mortal coil. We might get to see him this weekend, which would be nice, not only because he's a pleasure to be around, but also because I think it will probably be the last chance we will have.
I talked to an old friend this week and was stunned to hear that she'd had her husband arrested for beating her senseless (literally!) in front of their two children. It's astounding for me to realize that someone who has always seemed so nice is capable of something so horrendous!
Another close friend is going through a rough time with a partner who is suffering from mental illness. And although this obviously doesn't affect me directly, I love this friend dearly and my heart goes out to both of them. I hope the fog lifts for them soon!
And then there's just the whole situation with Chrysler, which seems to be moving in the right direction, but which still provides a level of background anxiety that seeps over into some of my dreams.
That said, we are leaving this afternoon for NL to celebrate my MIL's 65th birthday and M's grandma's 99th birthday. So there is a ray of sunshine squeezing its way through somewhere! (Update: I just got back from a failed attempt to pick up the present I'd had made for my MIL. For some reason it's MIA and we have to leave for NL in a little over an hour and a half. I'm off to buy a bouquet of flowers so that we don't have to show up empty handed. and maybe after that I'll have a good cry...)
Other than that I think it's time for me to batten down the hatches and wait for the storms to eventually pass...
In spite of my melancholy I had to smile at this video that Schmutzie had on her linkblog today. I wonder if you can make it through this video without smiling? Go ahead! Give it a try!
Fran & Marlo Cowan (married 62 years) playing impromptu recital together in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic. He'll be 90 in February.
I know it's only Saturday, but I've already had such a nice weekend! And it's not like anything spectacularly interesting happened, in fact, maybe it's been so enjoyable BECAUSE nothing spectacularly interesting is going on.
This morning I sat out on the balcony in the sun and got started on Carlos Ruiz Zafón's new book-- Das Spiel des Engels. I've been waiting for it to come out since last summer when I devoured read Shadow of the Wind, which is one of my all-time favorite books. (Interestingly, I just noticed that the English version won't come out until June 2009!? I'm surprised that they were so quick with the German version!)
Had a nice lunch with M and the boys and then took a long hike in the woods while they attended a friend's soccer game. I started out on one of my regular paths, but then broke off and followed deer trails, deep into the woods, through a copse of trees, which suddenly opened up into a flower-filled meadow.
Have I already mentioned that I live in paradise? (at least in the warmer months...)
This evening some friends popped over with a bottle of excellent wine, and we gorged ourselves on freshly-roasted almonds and had some lively, entertaining debates.
It's getting late. Time to close this and go lean on my sweetie for a while with Zafón's book and a cup of decaf...
Had my German exam this morning and think it went fine. I've worked really hard in the past couple of months in preparation and all the practice really paid off. I'm completely wiped out now, though, and am slumped in my chair and surfing aimlessly. Schmutzie posted this link which really appealed to my overstimulated senses...
I was kind of surprised today to realize just how few posts I've written lately. But maybe the emphasis should be on the word "written", because I've definitely been composing posts in my head, it's just that they somehow never actually make it onto my blog.
Blame it on hay fever. Blame it on spring fever. In any case, I'm spending a lot of time outside and the Internet just doesn't have the same irresistable pull that it does in wintertime when I seem to go into full-on hibernation.
Hibernating we're not, in any case. The kids had a day off last week and they spent a blissful morning in a workshop at the Staatsgallerie (National Gallery) learning painting techniques using different utensils to produce interesting textures. I took advantage of the downtime to visit an exhibition from the Viennese Actionism period. I'd heard that the artists were radicals, but underestimated just how disturbing their art would be! They painted with blood and broke just about every taboo in modern society. I just tried to find a relatively non-offensive representation of their work to post here, but couldn't-- I guess that would go against the grain of their movement anyway. If you're curious you can find out more about them here, but be advised that their videos are NOT safe for work!
After that I wandered down to the Kunstmuseum Stuttgart and spent the rest of the morning with Otto Dix. I get the feeling that he was pretty disturbed as well, but I really enjoy his portraits-- there's something so deliciously sinister about many of them!
This week I'm studying again-- I've got a big German lit exam a week from Tuesday.
Friday is a holiday here, so we'll be taking advantage of the long weekend to break in the caravan for the first camping trip of the season! We'll be meeting up with my parents-in-law out near Dijon in France.
We watched the film "Into the Wild" last week and it's been haunting me ever since. It was based on a real-life story of Christopher McCandless, who, upon graduation, gives up his money and possessions and hitchhikes to Alaska in search of happiness and the true meaning of life. The cinematography was beautiful and the acting and direction was superb.
Life as we know it might be becoming increasingly precarious with every new revelation about Chrysler. So it's rather ironic that at a time when I am craving stability that I can also be itching with wanderlust. I stumbled across the video below and have become hopelessly addicted to The Longest Way, the blog it represents.
I don't think I could ever handle a year out on the road, but I sure do enjoy daydreaming about it!
Christoph Rehage had a plan: to walk from Beijing, China to his home country Germany. In November, 2007, he started walking. A year later, he walked 4,646 km (2,887 mi) to Ürümqi - and though he didn’t complete his original route, the amazing journey had transformed him.
This is a time lapse of pictures taken through his trip. You can read more about Christoph’s journey at his website, The Longest Way.
I'm still visiting the nursing home here in town a couple of times a week to help give lunch to the patients. Usually my visits there are rewarding, but unremarkable. Yesterday, for some reason, however, the atmosphere was tense. When one woman received her lunch she shouted: HALLELUJA! and an otherwise docile man sitting next to her screamed "SHUT UP!" Two other patients started howling.
If the moon wasn't full last night it should have been!
One woman sitting across from me became suddenly agitated and said she had to leave, that otherwise she would be late and that everyone would be angry with her! Realizing that her appointment was only in her head, I just smiled at her and said not to worry, that she had plenty of time. Her entire body relaxed and she smiled happily. "What should I do now?" she asked. When I suggested she tell me a story from her past she shook her head coquettishly and said "No, that's too dangerous."
There's one guy I really like-- he sits in his wheelchair at a table with about 10 other people who are all completely demented. He can hardly move at all, but there's just something about him and his penetrating gaze-- I have this steadily growing suspicion that he's mentally sharp and trapped in a dead-weight body.
Yesterday when I went over to him to say hello he saw me and started sobbing! Since he can't speak I had no idea what was wrong-- if something physical was bothering him or if he was just generally depressed.
It's funny, because in that kind of situation the first phrases that come to mind are completely useless: "It's going to be OK." or "Don't cry." So in lieu of that I just didn't say anything and sat with him and held his hand while he cried and pressed my hand to his cheek as his tears ran down my arm.
Every time I leave that place I see the world in technicolor. I revel in the fresh air and in the long strides that take me home. I hug my children a little tighter and savor my coffee after lunch. I am reminded to take time to recognize the blessings in my life today, because I will not always be this lucky, this able, this alive!
My experiences volunteering at the nursing home may not always be easy to digest, but my life is definitely all the richer for them.
This video is hilarious! Are these women completely boneless? And how on earth do they keep from falling on their faces? And isn't all potato salad solid? (unless it's come back up, that is... *sorry*)
Keep watching-- it only gets weirder as it goes along!
Hope you all had a nice Easter weekend! My brother-in-law and his family came into town and we spent most of our time here enjoying the sunshine. The weather's been gorgeous and we've been able to spend a lot of time outside, which is always a blessing if you've got 4 small monkeys careening around all over the place!
There was a slight glitch on Sunday when we realized that the Easter Bunny had been so wiped out on Saturday evening that he'd forgotten to hide the chocolate eggs! Luckily he was able to hide them all on the sly and no children were the wiser...
Here are a couple of pictures just as proof that we're still alive, even if I haven't been blogging. I took these shots during a hike to the waterfall at Bad Urach.
I think I've finally discovered the origins of the term "middle age": my middle is thickening and there doesn't seem to be a damned thing I can do about it!!!
M and I were out on our balcony this morning enjoying the sunshine when suddenly we heard a giggle from the balcony next door. And then another. I shuddered-- this one small sound and the person it emanated from represent a HUGE cultural barrier for me, one that I don't know how I'm ever going to bridge.
Our neighbors' daughter is 16, and has a boyfriend who spends the night often. They spend weekend mornings in bed and intermittently lounging around on her balcony, smoking cigarettes while she squeals and giggles. This has been going on since we moved here, when she had only just turned 14. (!!) The faces have changed over time, but my irritation hasn't: in the culture in which I grew up it was just not acceptable to have your boyfriends stay the night at that age!
She's got her whole life ahead of her to hang out on the porch and smoke cigarettes like an old married couple! Shouldn't she be out hanging out with friends, playing sports or doing something, ANYTHING other than spending the morning in bed with a boy who doesn't even look like he's old enough to know which end of the razor to use?
M maintains that I'm hopelessly naive. In his well-reasoned, logical way, he argues that if they're going to be "doing it" anyway, it might as well be under the supervision of the parents, so to speak. But I cannot accept that-- should we as parents just jump right in and enable this kind of behavior? Sex, while natural and, of course, fun, comes with enormous responsibilities. The consequences of teenage pregnancy and STD's are staggering, and not something to be taken lightly.
I am very open with my kids. We talked about anatomy when they were in nursery school, and over the past year I've had numerous discussions with them not only about their own bodies, but also about reproduction. I've even cleared up a couple of bizarre myths they'd heard from their peers. I don't picture myself as a puritan, so it bothers me that my neighbor's behavior bothers me so much.
I do hope, though, that by being open and talking about my views early and often, that I might be able to influence S and B's ideas a little bit. At least until their hormones kick in full force-- please tell me that that won't be when they're 13 or 14!?
M thinks I'm hopelessly naive. He says that the culture here and in Holland is different, and that S and B will be influenced by it. By the time they reach puberty they'll be more influenced by their peers' views than by ours. And that because everyone is more open about sexuality that the rates of teen pregnancy are a fraction of what they are in the US.
I can understand his point of view, but it still doesn't totally win me over. I'm thinking this is one precariously rickety bridge between the two cultures that I'm going to need to navigate, and I'm not looking forward to it.
I'd be interested to hear your opinions / experiences on this topic...
Carol over at Northwest Ladybug made my morning last weekend by presenting me with a Lemonade Award, which recognizes blogs that "show a positive attitude and/or gratitude in their posting."
Carol and I go way back (at least in virtual blogging terms! ;-) ) and I was not only flattered to receive an award from her, but just happy that she's even visiting me at all seeing as how sparse my posts have become lately!
I may not be writing as often, but I'm busy and happy and am still lurking in the background on many of your blogs. (Just when you thought it was safe...)
I'd like to pass this award on to some of the bloggers who bring a smile to my face on a regular basis:
Anno, whose poetry and kind comments are always a bright spot in my day
Jen, who inspires me with her open, friendly nature and makes my mouth water with her recipes and farmers' market postings
Brit, an all-around beautiful person. I'm so glad our friendship has branched out from the real world into the virtual one!
Mausi, who may not be feeling all that positive lately, but who still manages to make me laugh and is a treasure trove of information about life in Germany. (I'm sure she'll add a witty twist to these lemons-- Just you watch!)
Laurie, whose positive attitude and shared admiration for Flannery O'Connor have kept me revisiting her blog since the stone ages (or at least since 2005!)
Sometimes the chain-letter aspect of these Internet awards bothers me, so I'd like to make the following list of rules optional for those of you who would like to pass the award on... 1) Put the logo on your blog or post. 2) Nominate some blogs that show great attitude or gratitude, (i.e. turn lemons into lemonade) 3) Link to your nominees within your post. 4) Let the nominees know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog. 5) Share the love and link to the person from who you received your award.
Even as a child I was fascinated by negative space, whether it was the aesthetic patterns created by overlapping branches or the optical illusions found within the pages of my puzzle books.
Lately I've been following a guided meditation by Jack Kornfield, which provides guidelines for cultivating an expansive mind. If you get right down to it, all sounds, thoughts, emotions and even images arise and then disappear without a trace. If you close your eyes and clear your mind, it becomes increasingly easy to sense the point at which a sound or thought begins and ends, and the vast, empty space that surrounds it. It is possible to relax into this space, and Kornfield maintains that it can even become so familiar that it will eventually feel like "home".
This has been a revelation for me because I've been thinking a lot about mortality lately. Despite 2 powerful chemo blasts, Michiel's cousin is losing his battle against cancer. And then over the past couple of weeks I've been reconnecting with a favorite teacher from UF and have been saddened to hear that her husband is dying of a brain tumor. And then of course, there's my volunteer work at the nursing home, which, however rewarding, is still a constant reminder of the precarious nature of this mortal coil.
The compassion I feel for these people is powerful and at some moments overwhelming, and yet there is peace and clarity to be found in the space between these emotions.
Lately I find myself focusing less on what I cannot do, and more on what I can. I cannot cure cancer but I can lend a sympathetic ear to a distraught mother. I cannot heal my beloved dog's limp but I can hike with her in the fresh air and ensure that she enjoys her time between bouts of stiffness. I can do nothing about dementia, but I can take the time to feed a patient his entire lunch and leave him with a full belly. I cannot provide any guarantees for the future, but I can make sure I cherish the present.
I am slowly learning to inhabit negative space and this is having a profound positive effect on my life...
Schmutzie is a veritable treasure trove for interesting links. She embedded this video into a recent post and I watched it in complete awe. Need a diversion? Check this out!
M and I were in our local pharmacy earlier this week picking up cream for his leg. The pharmacist completed the transaction and handed me two packages of gummy bears for S and B, who were in school at the time. I hadn't mentioned them at all, but she just recognized me-- I turned to M and smiled triumphantly and he just started laughing.
I love the sense of community here-- the cafe-owner's son delivers our newspapers; I buy eggs from a woman I know through the kindergarten. When I walk past the local hair salon I always get a wave, and this morning when I got to the dentist's office for a checkup I was greeted with a hearty: "Hello Ms. V! They're all ready for you in room 1!"
All morning long I've had that old Sesame Street song "Who are the people in your neighborhood" stuck in my head. But back in the days when this song (with all its variations) was hip I was an inhabitant of anonymous suburban sprawl. The only person I really remember knowing was our 7 year old neighbor with whom I used to giggle at the sight of my dad's underwear drying on the clothesline.
Now that I am older and actually live in a small town I really appreciate the interconnectedness that is such a part of life here. We have met so many people through school and sports and just life in general-- that interconnectedness fascinates me!
Somehow I can't picture Bob McGrath singing in German about die Menschen in unserer Nachbarschaft, but I think it's only now that I can finally really identify with this song!
I've been volunteering a couple of days a week at a local nursing home. If the weather is nice I bundle the patients up and take them out for some fresh air, navigating around potholes and trying not to launch them out of their wheelchairs whenever we bump over curbs or cobblestones.
If the weather is crappy I read out loud. Since my audience shows very little reaction I get the feeling that the material is irrelevant. I could be reading the manual for a blender-- they just like the sound of my voice and maybe even my silly accent.
At lunchtime I cut up food for the ones that can handle a fork and help feed the ones that can't.
I'm thoroughly enjoying this "job"-- the nurses are harried and really appreciate the extra pair of hands, and it's nice to be able to take the extra time needed to feed someone who eats slowly and might otherwise not get to eat a full meal due to time constraints.
It has surprised me that I haven't found the atmosphere depressing. The staff is warm and caring, and although the patients are elderly and unable to take care of themselves, they are safe and fed and have the company of their peers. (I've read that elderly people who live alone are more prone to depression, malnutrition and injuries due to falls.)
Probably another part to this is that I've only just gotten to know these people at this stage at the end of their lives. (A natural stage that we will all probably reach sooner or later-- it is good to be reminded of this on a regular basis.) It would probably be different if I'd been witness to their deterioration.
In any case, the staff sets a good example by reminding me that these people have good days and bad days just like the rest of us. And once one gets over the initial shock of spending time with people suffering from dementia, one realizes that there is often humor to be found in everyday situations.
Yesterday at lunch I sat down next to Herr M. Since he's half-deaf he tends to shout and sounds exactly like Homer Simpson's dad, but then in German. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and started bellowing: "The-the-the-the-the-the-THE TEETH!!!" and thrust his dentures out of his mouth with his tongue. I had just enough time to grab a bib before he spit them out into my hand.
OK. What now? Then he started shouting again: "The-the-the-the-THE TEEEEEEEETH!"
"Herr M? Shall I put them back in"
"Yeeeeesss! PUT THEM BACK IN!"
So I popped them back in. And he started up again: "The-the-the-the-THE TEEEEEEEETH!" and spit them back out into my bib-covered hand again.
"PUT THEM BACK IN! THE TEEEEEEEEEETH!"
OK, here you go. Here are your teeth. And I popped them back into his mouth again.
"The-the-the-the-THE TEEEEEEEETH!"
I looked at an intern with raised eyebrows and she started giggling.
We went through about four more rounds of this and I felt like I was trapped in a Monty Python skit. Finally a doctor came over and smiled at me-- "No idea what's going on with him. Maybe he needs some denture cream?" And he wheeled Herr M back down the hall trailed by a noisy mantra:
This afternoon the school had a screening of Madagascar 2 that the boys and I have really been looking forward to. Since we were late leaving the house the boys rode their bikes and I took their Razor scooter. I was just closing the garage door when S said: "Mom! Don't forget to wear a helmet!"
Inwardly I groaned. Very few children here wear helmets and adults never do. I keep telling the kids how silly this is and reminding them how important it is to be safe and not to follow the crowd just because they say something is "uncool".
I was thinking about how ridiculous I would look, and cringing at the thought of helmet head when suddenly I realized: How can I demand that S and B buck the trend if I'm not willing to do it myself?
So I strapped on a helmet and we rode into town and back and I ignored the stares and snickers of the people we passed on the way. Because S has to deal with this on a weekly basis, and if he can be brave enough to do the right thing then I should be as well...
M was in the kitchen cooking pancakes on Saturday morning when he suddenly said: "Hey! My leg hurts!" He pulled up his pants leg and revealed a small lump. We shrugged it off and continued making breakfast. Within a half an hour, however, that lump had grown exponentially, and hurt enough that M had trouble walking!
He hadn't bumped his shins and didn't remember blocking any noteworthy kicks at Taekwando the evening before. He has a cousin who was diagnosed with a blood clot in her brain just the day before and his family history isn't stellar, so this was worrying, to say the least.
A visit to an after-hours clinic was inconclusive- the doctor suspected that it was a hematoma but recommended that M get his circulatory system checked out asap just to rule out anything more sinister.
M cancelled a business trip to Geneva and we spent a surprisingly pleasant morning hanging out together in the waiting room at the doctor's office. She did a complete ultrasound on all the arteries in his leg and confirmed the conclusion: a simple hematoma with an otherwise clean bill of health. Perhaps he injured it at Taekwando and the vein suddenly burst Saturday morning? We'll never know, but I am so relieved and thankful to know that he's OK!
I really enjoyed this taste of Chinese Rap. (*Note: It wasn't what I was expecting!)
And I enjoyed it even more when I got to read the translation of the lyrics posted at the Language Log. (It was also nice to see the proof that I really had heard him say "Pay Attention!".)
For breakfast I had a slice of culture with my tea and I really liked it!
My wireless is back up! (*happy dance*) And thank God, because there were all kinds of interesting things going on on the Internet while I was gone! Procrastinating something? I've got some great diversions lined up for you today!
As usual Jennifer says exactly what I've been thinking, but then so much better!
I can never get enough of Anno-- really, if both of us weren't already married I'd probably be hanging around her garden gate with a fistful of handpicked daisies. This poem radiates such contentment and sweetness that it should probably be cross-stitched and hung up in someone's kitchen.
In the past few days I've gotten sucked into the black hole that is Facebook. On the one hand it's completely fascinating, on the other, I don't think I need this kind of distraction in my life! All of a sudden my inbox is filling up with friendship requests from people from all different phases of my life! Some of these requests are thrilling and welcome, but others are from people I never knew very well. I'd like to just keep my "friends" list small-- focus on quality rather than quantity, but get the feeling that Facebook is generally a numbers game and that this is just not "done". I feel guilty about ignoring some of these requests-- am interested: what is your protocol as to who you befriend and whose requests you pass up?
In an attempt to clear up our nonstop Internet problems I'm about to disconnect our router and send it in for a replacement. This means I'll be offline for the next few days. (Although it should be technically possible to surf using a land cable we haven't been able to get it to work for some reason...)
