June 27, 2013
June 20, 2013
We've got some great friends living at our house while we're gone. What makes them even greater are their willingness to take care of our pets and especially for messages like this:
I'm sorry to say that we lost a baby gerbil sometime last night/this morning. =( One of the black and white ones. I think it was the smallest one. I don't know why it died. It didn't look to have been eaten or attempted to have been eaten. Just thought I would let you know. I will overnight some Kleenex for you during this time of loss. You may have to stay away longer for bereavement purposes. Just let us know, we'll understand.
Last week after Tymon and the boys left, we didn't have internet access and didn't find out for three days that our friends had trouble getting into the house. This would have been fine except that Toby was locked in our house, trapped in his crate and probably suffering some horrible kind of death. How long can dogs go without drinking water? Or eating? No, scratch that last question. He was probably eating his feces.
Tymon arranged to give Toby away after he started eating the cushion on the living room couch. He's a good dog...but has some annoying habits. Like he goes outside to poo in the morning and does it well. Then he comes into the house and as soon as he can get a few minutes to himself he poops on the living room floor. I'm just wondering why he didn't finish his business 5 minutes earlier? We worked on training him at home but that was hard...too many "masters" and not enough consistency. And taking him to obedience school proved tricky as our schedule and those of various schools didn't line up well.
Tymon took Toby to his new home the day before he left but the lady said she was too tired to take him right then. That was inconvenient, but there aren't many options when he's getting on a plane soon. Tymon took Toby home and arranged with our friends to give him to her later.
So here I am on Sunday afternoon, the wee hours of Sunday morning for Toby, reading an email for the first time hat was sent on Thursday saying that our friends couldn't get into the house. Yikes! I was so upset the lady hadn't taken Toby when she had the chance.
We worried for a couple of days about Toby's demise before getting an email and Facebook message that Toby is indeed alive and never spent any time alone...they had gotten in the house a few hours after their message but hadn't emailed us to say that. Phew! Imaginations run wild, really wild, with limited information.
And the lady ended up taking Toby on Sunday, so he's now in his new home. Phew, another relief!
I'm not exactly sure why I cared so much about whether Toby lived or died when a gerbil dying doesn't phase me. And emails like the gerbil one I quoted above I find humorous. I even laughed. I wonder if gerbils have feelings. I'm pretty sure other animals that seem expendable don't. And maybe that's what separates dogs from other lesser animals. Very few people cry when a spider is flushed down the toilet. Toby's a good dog. I'm happy he's got a new home that will hopefully be better for him.
Elliott is now wanting a cat. Or a turtle. I'm pretty happy with only having gerbils.
June 19, 2013
In 1833, on his way back from his travels to the East, a well known French poet, LaMartine, was passing through the city of Nis, and, shaken at the sight of the Skull Tower, he wrote these words:I came into the plain near Nis. The sun was scorching. One mile before the city I saw a wide white tower rising in the midst of the plain, glittering as a parish marble. The path led me to it. I came closer, sat down in its shade to take a rest and have some sleep. As soon as I sat down, I looked up towards the monument and saw that its walls, which had seemed to me as if made of marble or a white stone, were made of human skulls and these human faces, skinned off and whitened with rain and sun, glued with a bit of sand and lime, formed an arc that protected me from sun. On some of them what little hair remained, was fluttering in the wind like a lichen or a moss.
Strong and fresh wind blowing from the mountain, penetrated the many cavities in the heads, faces and skulls, making a sad and pained whining sound, I was told that those were the skulls of the Serbs killed in the last uprising for the freedom of Serbia.My eyes and my heart greeted the remains of those brave men, whose cut off heads made the corner stone of the independence of their homeland.
June 18, 2013
I'm now typing on Tymon's laptop instead of the stupid Blogger app on my Galaxy Tab...I'm still frustrated and disappointed that my fat finger hit the home button instead of the space bar and I lost 90 minutes of my writing. The worst is that UNLIKE the computer application, Blogger on an Android device does not automatically save content. Boo! I just need to have some uninterrupted time to craft my story again.
I really like Macedonia. If you want an out of the ordinary vacation and low costs, come here. I'm not paid to say this. I'm just telling you how it is. And just so you know, the mosque in Ohrid is much better than the ones in Skopje. They do their prayer call and in a few minutes it's done with and never ever does it keep me up at midnight or wake me up at 4am.
June 10, 2013
I´m loving how Kira chants. She´s very excited about the boat release as well as just about anything else that is chant-able...like shoul-der ride, shoul-der ride. Or Piz-za, piz-za!
June 4, 2013
The girls and I are in Belgrade, Serbia for Jovana's sister Maja's wedding (pronounced My-uh). The festivities were a few days ago, on Saturday.
Jovana's family welcomes us daily with open arms. It feels good. We share an instant connection. When greeting each other, we kiss on the cheeks. Three times. Always three times. And sometimes sneak in a hug.
|Our first full day in Belgrade the sun shone. This is where we are staying.|
On Sunday when we went to dinner at Maja's husband Luka Dimic's family home. Jovana, Maja and their father joked about being on their best behavior and to not embarrass the Paunovic family's reputation. We must do what we can to keep up the (accurate) illusion that the Dimic and Paunovic union is a good one.
|Luka and Maja Dimic|
|Jocelyn konked out on the couch.|
|Saint Sava Othadox Church|