sunny-side up

Eeeek.... that last post, geez what a downer.  On the fair side: I really do feel like there's a some ringing bell, some kind of constant droning reminder of things I find difficult about being a Peace Corps volunteer.  On the other side: Self, lighten up already.Between the last post and now I have:-Welcomed the newest group of volunteers to Armenia.-Slept in a bed with a real mattress and American style pillows.-Used Tivo to watch this while eating pizza THAT WAS DELIVERED TO THE DOOR.-Visited the old host family.-Celebrated Children's Protection Day in the capital where, among other city-wide celebratory efforts, grocery store workers everywhere painted their faces.-Coinciding with the above, I greeted a pig in a mini-skirt who was very impressed I knew Armenian.  I was very impressed she had a huge pig head.-Taught the landfamily how to play Sequence (WHICH THEY LOVE).-Welcomed a soon-to-depart friend for a visit to my town.  Planned a ridiculous amount of food to cook and consume, as PCV's tend to do.-Bought a blender for said food ventures.-Cursed the blender which allowed water to trickle out of the base.-Watched The Shining.  Did a considerable amount of holding a knife and running around the living room like the terrified Shelley Duvall.-Woke up at 6am, resolving to take the blender back and spending the next thirty minutes watching the sunrise and playing through scenarios in which I argue with the Armenian shopkeeper.-Read.-Went to the appliance store.  Told them about the dripping.  Was pleasently surprised when they actually gave me money back.-Got the most incredible letter from my almost-8-years-running penpal.-Dropped mouth open when I saw it would be 85 by the afternoon.-Melted.Uvsyo.  Now to finish writing my triannual report.Also, look at the gorge by my town!