Europeans Love Obama

I was at the post office this morning sending out some post cards. The counter clerk asked me if I was from New York. (I don't think I've got a New York accent, but I guess all American accents sound like New York to the uninitiated.) Then he asked me about Obama. He asked what I thought about him and was very up to date on some of the foibles that they're seeing in the US political world with the battle over health care reform and about how the congress is causing problems when he tried to close Guantanamo.

I wish I could say I was as up to date on the politics of his country. Including the recent parliamentary spending scandal.

Worst Flight of My Life

As always, I pack too much and wrench my back a bit swinging the backpack off for inspection. Just the thing before a long plane ride. Then there's the guy that's sitting next to me: a nice gentleman from India with what I can only assume was restless leg syndrome. His Jimmy leg kept jumping - and it always seemed to be doing it more just before I was about to nod off. (Perhaps that was a sign that I was starting to snore? No clue.)

Then there was the medical emergency with the couple behind me. The husband was sure his wife was dying. She was unresponsive, hot and had a shallow pulse according to the flight attendant. Some oxygen helped her and she seemed fine later - I still hope she was going to be checked out by a competent physician.

Moving...

Dear God, I have a lot of crap. Getting ready to move and having the luxury to go through it all really makes that point clear.

Most of it is stuff that I don't need and could give away without a second thought. But it is stuff that I like having around, no matter how outdated or tattered they are.

I wonder how quickly freecycle, eBay, Craigslist or the Salvation Army can pick crap up that I'm trying to get rid of?