comes the wisdom of my incredibly entertaining younger (not littler) sister, Anna.  She sent me an email entitled "two thoughts i had this week" which is honestly the funniest thing i have read in a while.  text as follows.  I especially like the second.

 

 

One of the joys of being in foriegn countries for holidays like Thanksgiving are the unexpected surprises that come with things we take for granted.  Perhaps because we haven't lived together for so long, my family is not HUGE into Thanksgiving.  This doesn't stop me from getting myself temporarily adopted and invited to sumptuous Feasts.  For tomorrow's little suaree i am baking (the one thing kitched related i am okay at)--and having an impossibly hard time deciding between apple, pecan or cherry pie.  Might just end up making all of them the rate i am going.

 

Oh yeah, the point, the point is that this year, the Turkeys--special ordered--appear to have arrived without feathers.  NO no, no there is no butterball here, no magically cleaned and prettily packaged turkey that appears in the cold food area in Costco or the Piggly Wiggle.  Last year the turkeys came with necks and feathers and on behalf of those who do actually know how to cook turkeys, i am sure this would be seriously traumatizing.  Okay, little on the dramatic tilt there, but it would be a bit gross.  ALMOST enough to drive a girl to vegetarianism!!  Yeah almost, i just love that falling asleep after being glutton thing too much.

 

 

Happy Thanksgiving--to friends and family near and far!

 

So tired...mentally and emotionally.

 

Of our circle of close friends, starting tomorrow, five of us leave in just over a three-week span.  We've been doing the Ryan-rush this week.  Its been decided that he is the most farwell-ed man in history.  Last night was the photo-shoot/glamour shots/i wanna be a model parade at my house.  As is to be expected, i spent most of my time hiding at the other end of the house in my room, sorting through what clothes weren't coming to the grey, wet land to the West, and wishing alternately that time would speed up or stop all together.  Its the 36 hour countdown for Ry....and then i have a STOP break.  End of next week the whirlwind known as Leili will start up---with the leaving of Mark in its aftermath.  No sooner than breath is caught from that Dus and I go.   I guess its good. Less time to think.  Go go go...trying to avoid the STOP that comes when its me that leaves.

 

And then the horizon ---and the only thing i can imagine is the mountains---Baker, Cypress and Whistler open this weekend.  Four weeks till  the slopes.  Four weeks till freedom.  Four weeks till i start to miss the honking, Russian kids screaming at 445am in the park across from my house, the hookers standing by the ice cream truck, and the hand gesture that in any other country would get you hurt but here evokes some magical power of patience--the rega.

 

And stuck in my vaciliating time speed up/slow down dilemma, days turn to nights and nights to days and for now it remains go go go.

I've taken to doing the british crossword puzzles in the Jerusalem Post.  The sudoku's are too easy.  Mostly, i am just stalling so that i don't have to reorganize anyone's files or document anything not mine.  Time slips by slowly--it was sunny today and i missed the rain battering the window as my wake up call.  Suddenly, Seattle seems like a brilliant choice.

 

I took it as a good omen yesterday that i saw my first chameleon in two and a half years.  I wanted one as a pet when i first got here--how much fun would it be to try to find him every day when i got home--plus he'd eat the spiders, major bonus!!  Never-the-less, i couldn't convince any of the erstwhile gardeners to get me one....and yesterday when i saw the green guy, i just didn't have the heart to harass him.  While i take it as a good sign, i am not sure whether i should believe it also means i am getting old.  The last time i found one i put it in the pocket of my cargo pants and carried it around for the better part of the day.

 

Plane tickets: check

Sublet: Check

Law schools apps: this weekend check

job: (cringe)

plans for at least the first week so i don't figure out my home changed: check (thanks Nemat, can't wait to see ya babe!!)

 

Chameleons are good omens...bring on the rain.

 

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