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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It’s finally here. The past several days have been in the upper 70s and low 80s. Yay! It’s time that I dig out my shorts, tank tops, and sandals, and put the sweaters to rest for the next couple months.
You know it’s May in Kyiv when the babushky on the street start selling lilacs and lilies-of-the-valley.
Although my birthday is still a week away, last week I received this birthday package from my mom. I think she sent it so early in hopes of avoiding a repeat of last year when a shipment to Kyiv was lost and I finally got my birthday presents and several cards over six months late. She had told me that it was on its way and it was up to me when I opened it. I had every intention of waiting until my birthday, but then the box got here and I just couldn’t wait.
As I currently sit cuddled up in a blanket watching the snow falling outside, my only consolation is that I will be on my way to the beach in a mere 5 days. As a reward for surviving our first 10 months in Kyiv, we have decided to R&R in sunny Thailand. Oddly enough, this will be the first time we’ve vacationed in a warm place during the winter. Guess we’re moving up in the world.
One of my many obsessions is buttons. Not the silly slogan/photo kind of buttons, but the ability to actually function as a closure buttons. When we lived in Providence, there was an antique shop at Wayland Square that had an old library card catalog with all the drawers filled with old buttons. I used to just go and dig through those whether I actually “needed” any or not. And a weird thing about Kyiv is that I find old buttons on the street all the time. Where they all come from, I don’t know, but I pick them up anyway.
I see that another week has passed since my last blog entry. Remember when I said I was going to be better about blogging? I swear, people, I’m trying. I don’t know how so many people seem to find the time to blog every single day. But they do, and recently I’ve become a little obsessed with blog reading. Maybe too much of that is why I can’t find the time to blog myself?