any minute now

I should be asleep.  I’ll be waking up tomorrow at a very early hour, one I’d call unholy except that what could be more holy than a reunion?  I’m not even sure I can sleep because… wait for it… … the reunion is starting in just a few hours. See that friendship displayed above.  That is pure, unadulterated love there, captured in digital form the last time Kelly, Sarah and I were together.  That was Texas.  This time we’re doing things Eurasia style. First things first, this one… … is landing in a matter of hours.  HOURS.  This friend who…

backing up to the island

      I happened upon a saved document yesterday, a bit about impressions after a week on Isla Taboga, an island off the coast of Panama City.  I had gone with my friend Travis, and for a couple of weeks it was just the two of us waiting for our other two friends to arrive on the ferry.  It was supposed to end up on my blog exactly two years ago, but because of lack of internet on the island it stayed on my hard drive.  It’s a bit heady, but it took me back to some of those…

slow roll

I was handed a drink the other day with these little eyeballs floating around in the juice.  I wondered where I can find said drink for the upcoming Halloween party.  I mean, look at all the eyeballs! In totally unrelated news, my mother just pulled out of the driveway.  She called me to tell me she was doing so.  Normally insignificant, this morning’s 4am slow-roll down our sloping cement is her first movement towards Armenia.  Within a collection of mere moments I will be standing face to face with my own mother, bursting at the seams. I’m hoping to video…

running around smiling wildly and flailing my arms

Y’all.  I know I already cried wolf on ‘the biggest news of the year‘.  And yes, I stand by refried beans as life-changing.  But it’s time to get serious. Because: My mother is coming to Armenia. My mother.  In Armenia.  It’s. All. Happening. See the incredible woman in this little Skype photo: You may recall her wonderfulness as mentioned here. Well, this mom who’s been all pixels and care packages is going to be, within a mere month or so, HUGGABLE.  HUGGABLE, PEOPLE! I’m fairly certain that when I see her at the airport HERE IN ARMENIA that I will…