knee, nuptials, and no snow

Knee news: Despite percolating for a while and sleeping in a tiny white room at the Peace Corps office for a few nights, the knee is a mystery.  Nothing torn or damaged according to the MRI.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having intact cartilage and whole ligaments.  You only get two legs in this life, and I’m not eager to have anyone trimming away at my knee parts.  Final outcome: take some ibuprofen so the swelling will go down.  Wait to see if my knee spazzes out again.  Go see an ortho specialist in the States.  Here’s to…

i knit: a brief history PLUS SOME MONSTERS!

During one of those grade school summer trips to my grandparents house I encountered that yarn and needle thing people do.  That town still hasn’t grown over a thousand and with not a lot to do, weeks at my grandparents included a lot of puzzles and John Wayne movies.  I distinctly remember one of those weeks in which my grandmother, seeing me working that Kermit the Frog puzzle again, tried to teach me to crochet.  My kid fingers couldn’t quite grasp the twists and draws, but I could chain like a madman. I made an orange rope of loops that…

a summer blip in winter: the landsisters

Word has traveled from Moscow to our sleepy town via emigrated relatives of my Armenian friends: THE BIG FREEZE IS COMING.  Apparently, when Moscow freezes over, the same icy hand reaches out to our town in about three days. This comes to me as a bit of a surprise.  You know what I was doing a couple of days ago? I was with my landdad, moving the nardi board into the house because the sun was beating down too hard.  (I was wearing a t-shirt.) And then I was hanging out with my landsisters on the terrace.  Meri and I…

loneliness, an unavoidable peace corps companion

I’m still sorting through pictures and thoughts about Turkey.  That post will come soon enough.  However, upon landing in my cottage a couple of days ago, my thoughts have moved quickly off of what feels like a dream of water-pipes, Ikea, cheesy bread, and Turkish hipsters. I’m home in Armenia, and after arriving here on Sunday, the first days of the week found me hosting Danelle, a new volunteer who arrived this summer and now works at a kindergarten and at a children’s NGO in a small town by the Georgian border.   We spent some time comparing our experiences which…

back from the the turkish coast

I have returned from the big country to the tiny country with a million thoughts in mind. This morning I was asked what the weather was like in Turkey.  “So nice and sunny,”  I said. “It’s sunny here,” my friend replied. “Yes,” I said, “but I think the sun is frozen.” It’s cold, and upon returning to Armenia, I have one.  A cold, that is.  So, combining that and the fact that I am having trouble getting photos off my camera, I believe it will be a couple days before you see or read anything in the form of recap. …