Yesterday was a good day. We got an amazing care package from our friends Janette and Bill (Thanks, guys!) that included Starbucks coffee, Tazo teas, and a whole mess of yarn. Shawn could hear my squeals of delight from the other end of the apartment.
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My parents have come, gone, and survived to tell the tale of their adventures in Ukraine. Well, technically, they are still en route to Indiana, but I told them that once their plane left the ground in Kyiv, they were back to being my brother’s responsibility as far as I was concerned. I think they fared pretty well: there was one twisted ankle and I think all four of us suffered from heat exhaustion one day, but no one got hit by a car or screamed at for being American, so I’m happy with that.
Sorry for the blog silence. My head’s been all over the place lately, causing me to be unable to focus on one thing for more than a short while. Not sure if it’s the summer heat that’s finally made it to Kyiv, or what. Maybe it could just be a few too many days of general craziness. Take last Wednesday for example: I went from a Ukrainian dentist appointment to a burst pipe in the kitchen to having the cable guy come and wire up our apartment. All in a matter of 6 hours. It was a little overwhelming.
Here I am all by my lonesome on the 4th of July again. Last year I requested that someone have a Dairy Queen ice cream cone in my honor, and this year I’m craving a bowl of Hard Times chili and an ice cold Blue Moon. So if there’s anyone in the DC area reading this, indulge for me, okay? Particularly since I’m currently eating what passes for microwave lasagna here in Ukraine. (I know it says “lasagna” on the box and has a picture of a piece of lasagna, but what is this?)