Various And Sundry

So it's been quite a spell since I've been on here. We were gone and then things got busy and then I realized I have not much to say that's interesting. It wasn't a new revelation.

But there are some things:

I have a new addiction. I've been bitten quite badly: internet scrabble. Could anything be more nerdy? It sounds crazy I know but it's quite fun. Regular scrabble can be a bit long and boring, but this online internet stuff is the bomb. I've played people from Pakistan to Scotland to the town next to mine. You chat with fun people, learn new words, stress about winning and have a good time. Try it! You can be a closet scrabbler if that's necessary. Check it out.

If you like music, tailer-made for you, check this out. Very cool.

And speaking of music, there is a band called Kind Of Like Spitting. It makes me giggle, but really---are we that on the brink of running out of names?

My husband and 16-year-old leave in three days for Ecuador. They're going to be gone for two and half weeks. My hopes for their trip: that they are safe, that they don't get mugged or worse, that they don't catch some funky sickness, that they don't get bit by something in the jungle, that my son gets a life perspective that will change him and help him see life in a new and better way, that they make new friends and have an excellent time and bonding experience. Meanwhile, what shall the mice here play while the cats are away?

A story in the news has stayed on my mind about two girls and a terrible mix-up. A carful of people were involved in a terrible accident when a semi crossed into their lane and hit them head-on. Many were killed and some badly injured. The identities of two girls (who looked extremely alike) got confused, and while the parents of one girl sat by the hospital bedside of their "daughter" who was bruised and battered terribly, another set of parents laid their "daughter" to rest neath the ground (they chose not to see her in the terrible condition she was in. They wanted to remember her the way she had been). Imagine the horror of the first and the elation of the second to realize that who they thought was their daughter was, in fact, the other's. Sounds like something from a Greek tragedy but instead it's an everyday here-and-now horrible mix-up.

And now, off I go. I think a scrabble game is calling my name.