Fried For Christmas #16


My iPod has provided theme music and solace during this journey.  It has kept me company and helped me through the long and tiring waits.  It has kept me sane in traffic jams and helped me to ignore that which was too hard to take.   It has been my friend.

Today, without warning, it is gone.  I am alone in my world, forced to exercise, mother and commute without my companion.  It is a hard pill to swallow during our already tough Christmas.

Like all of the other electronic devices before it, one minute all was well and then, with a quick burst of smoke and a lingering stench, it was toast.  Singed beyond repair.

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A First Letter Home #5

Dear Family and Friends,                                                             30 August 2009

So far, India is warm, colorful, and beautiful.  There is chaos and confusion, wealth, and poverty all intermingled in a brew of vibrant garments and backfiring vehicles.

It’s now more than two weeks and we are settled in some ways and in other ways, the shock has worn off and we are now stunned.

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