Much has happened, my friends. Stability has brought many benefits, but time is not one of them (which would explain the big gaps appearing in my blog). The job continues well - I'm almost up to speed on my training and should be a full-fledged employee by the end of this week. I also have become a reservist (keeping our country safe one weekend at a time). The apartment is coming along nicely; although there have been a few flies and cochroaches, they have been of the most apathetic variety - so much so that I have been able to easily whisk them up and shoo them out of my home (they don't seem interested in staying, either). Put some anti-roach stuff down just in case (it is better not to tempt them into staying) and I keep an eye on the the flies, but pretty much I'm lucky that Kentucky insects seem rather laid back. This weekend is Labor Day, and I'm up in Chicago visiting Dixie Dog and her owners. I was sleeping last night on the fold-up futon couch, and Dixie was sleeping on the floor next to me - she was making all sorts of sighing noises all night long, and sounded quietly distressed. This morning when I inquired about it I was told that Dix was a little upset because I was sleeping in her bed! Sorry Dixie! Yesterday I went out shopping, and one of the places we visited sold beer of every imaginable type.
Among them was a beverage called Old Speckled Hen, which brought back a flood of memories of a particular English gentleman whom I had the honor of knowing in Tokyo. Sometimes after work, a group of us would go to Shinjuku to an ex-pat place (owned by some Aussies) which served OSH. Our friend is no longer on this earth, but seeing those familiar bottles brought him back a little closer.
Much has happened, my friends. Stability has brought many benefits, but time is not one of them (which would explain the big gaps appearing in my blog). The job continues well - I'm almost up to speed on my training and should be a full-fledged employee by the end of this week. I also have become a reservist (keeping our country safe one weekend at a time). The apartment is coming along nicely; although there have been a few flies and cochroaches, they have been of the most apathetic variety - so much so that I have been able to easily whisk them up and shoo them out of my home (they don't seem interested in staying, either). Put some anti-roach stuff down just in case (it is better not to tempt them into staying) and I keep an eye on the the flies, but pretty much I'm lucky that Kentucky insects seem rather laid back. This weekend is Labor Day, and I'm up in Chicago visiting Dixie Dog and her owners. I was sleeping last night on the fold-up futon couch, and Dixie was sleeping on the floor next to me - she was making all sorts of sighing noises all night long, and sounded quietly distressed. This morning when I inquired about it I was told that Dix was a little upset because I was sleeping in her bed! Sorry Dixie! Yesterday I went out shopping, and one of the places we visited sold beer of every imaginable type.
Among them was a beverage called Old Speckled Hen, which brought back a flood of memories of a particular English gentleman whom I had the honor of knowing in Tokyo. Sometimes after work, a group of us would go to Shinjuku to an ex-pat place (owned by some Aussies) which served OSH. Our friend is no longer on this earth, but seeing those familiar bottles brought him back a little closer.
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