First, there’s an update at the expat-life blog so I don’t need to double-post about us being asked by a cute Taiwanese kid if we dye our hair lighter, or about my trying out a local foot-massage place.
Second, we have a race in Ilan this weekend. We were told this one is for “adults”; I think that means college students or national teamers. I think this will be another one like this:
S every
T one
A else
R me
T
but oh, well, it’s good practice anyway.
Third, I just read the saddest obituary ever, about the former colleague I mentioned the other day. Who knows, maybe I’m projecting. Maybe he had a loving but nontraditional family and they just didn’t want details in the newspaper. Knowing the hours he worked, I doubt it, but I hope I’m wrong. (And there is the whole suicide thing, though that’s an unreliable indicator – the last suicide I knew was a beloved friend, mother and grandmother (not mine).) Still, I think I’m going to have a word with my spouse. If my obit can’t say I was greatly loved, I hope it at least says I did interesting stuff.
Fourth, while commenting on someone else’s choices of glasses today, I realized that I really do still think of myself as a Glasses Person. Odd, because of the thirty-nine years I wore corrective lenses (out of forty-two – thirty eight, really, because I didn’t need them the year I was nine), I wore contacts all or most of the time for about twenty years. But you still feel them there. I’m not used to naked eyes.