Homesick for ‘murica, or from Glasses to Culture to Grieving

I’m homesick for America. Actually, this is a first in nearly two years.  It seems that the closer I get to my close-of-service, the more I can taste America.  Literally.  Some Honey BBQ on a set of boneless chicken wings from Buffalo Wild Wings.  A platter of my mother’s home-cooked lasagna.  Perhaps a little San […]

The Calm Before the Storm, or Awaiting the Arrival of 700 Eyejusters Glasses

All’s been quiet on the western front lately.  Lots of my classes have been canceled due to rain.  Even a light mist or lots of dust can keep students from coming, and it’s not advantageous for me to ride my bike all the way to the youth center if there’s not going to be anyone […]

The First Official Look at the so-called “Orchard House”

Anyone who reads the blog or knows me at all probably knows about the Olive Orchard house and how much I absolutely adore it.  But I adore the community, too.   The village leader brought me olive oil, fresh bread, and olives this morning as a kind of house-warming gift, and I couldn’t be more […]