They love me, they do love me (Part II)

I just got in from a walk with Oscar. Im still recovering from the staff meeting. I dont know which is worse? Not being asked to attend the meetings, like in Korea, and having NO idea what is going on, or being present at them and not wanting to know what is going on. The jury of one (MOI) is still out on that one.

I went out to call my friend Frank. I hadnt spoken to him for weeks. Its amazing how you just fall back into comfort zone immediately once you have made that connection. I miss him, and a whole bunch of other people, and am starting to wonder how long I can keep this up. That is not what this blog is about though.

Oscar came for a visit to the internet phone place. He likes it there because they play with him while I chat on the phone. Today he even got treats. Kebob I think it was. The drawback is that we both end up smelling like smoke there because all three employees have a cigarete permanently affixed to their jaws. I am not sure why there needs to be three people there, smoking 24-7 because there are only three phone booths to man!

REGARDLESS! On my walk back home, I bumped into three of my favorite sudents. You will never meet them and they will never read this so I can name then for my own future reference. Eliza, graceful, self assured and by far the most intelligent female in the bunch, Mila, bleach blond, buck toothed and the chatterbox, and Dilyara the venus-like goddess who is often in another dimension, but a nice kid and a good writer none the less.

They love Oscar! And when they saw us, they went ape-shit! We stood and talked a while. They were going out dancing and asked me to go along. Right! We chatted and chatted and Dilyara told me that I take very good care of Oscar. I said I dont feel as if I do because he is alone so much of the day. Her answer was "Are you kidding? You take better care of him than most people do of their kids". This was surprising for 2 reasons: One becasue she can see that at the ripe age of 15, and two, because I also was talking about this very same thing not that long ago. Dont know if it means anything but it made me stop and think what she has seen in her life.

Oscar and I have bruchetta in the oven, and water on the boil for a cup of soup. I tried boiling water in the microwave but it burned me real bad. Is it possible that microwaved boiling water is hotter than water boiled in a kettle? The roof of my mouth seems to think so. Anyhow, I am addicted to tomato soup, so I am going go make me a cup now.

TGIF! Im sleeeeeeeeeping in tomorrow.