Screenshot of Christmas tree singing

christmas from 6,945 miles away

I was sitting in my room, knitting a hand warmer (out of necessity!) and watching the wedding episode of the Office, when my mother called.  She wanted to tell me about my sister, about how my mother and she decorated the Christmas tree this year, just the two of them, how my sister took the greatest care to arrange each and every ornament on the prickly limbs (even the ratty elementary school projects my mom was trying to hide by the chair).  My sister got a little miffed at my mom’s lackadaisical attitude towards the Christmas-afying, and my mother wasn’t…

The Theatre

If you’re kind enough to read my blog, you will notice in the coming months that I’m trying something new. Nothing drastic. I’ll only be trying to update more frequently, but with less longer posts. So, you can grab your morning coffee and take a sip of Armenia as well. My pictures will come up in smaller bits, hopefully in the fashion of my friend over at Circle Me Confused (and go there to check out some really killer photos of PCV life in Armenia). With my little point-and-shoot Powershot (which I love), I’ll offer my bits here. Like the…