Idiots

Sorry, but I can't seem to post much these days. Nothing that I want to say is anything that I want to say. If that makes any sense at all.

I don't want to feel the way I feel.

So here are a few things that I feel like I can say.

Life in a small town. Sometimes it's so small you can't breathe. Sometimes you pull something out of the mail box and make passers-by sure you're insane because you're laughing so hard you're crying. Standing in front of the mail box. In the middle of the day. Laughing.

Welcome, China.

Welcome, Estonia. Lovely flag!

 

I guess that's enough for now. It's the best I can do today.

 

 

 

 

Home Coming

I used to wonder, when I was a kid in High School, why they called it Home Coming when no one ever left. I still wonder about that.

Yes, I know you've come back "home" to school after the break, but it's usually not as if you went anywhere other than home from school for the summer. You know, a mile down the road. Where you go after school every other day of the year.

Home Coming is a non-even for me now. I've been back in the States now for almost three months, but I'm still not home. I don't have a home. I can't, therefore, come home.

I wish I had a home.

I wish my kiddo had a home.

Where I am now had a Home Coming Parade not long ago. My son made out like a candy store bandit, which he didn't need at all especially so close to Halloween. But he loved it.

Big Day In A Small Town

Can you tell there's a Hawaiian theme? I almost missed it myself.

 



 

Candy Store Bandit. That bag was half full by the time the little parade was over.

 



 

 

By the way: Welcome Brazil!