Mum and Dad - Please email :)

I loved this old fort reproduction. At least I'm pretty sure it's a reproduction. Still, a neat place. We saw it on a recent weekend trip. Roamed around, went to a museum, found plates and plates of local food and had a bit of a feast with the husband's parents while they were here. All in all, a good visit.

Thinking of parents, Mum and Dad - if you read this, please email me. That way, I know I'm still in touch with you via this blog.

I'm very busy these days as you can imagine, so I'm sorry if I'm not posting regularly. Here it is, just past the half-way point through the 'Fall' season, and the munchkins and I are ready to begin the Winter Break countdown. We'll be buying plane tickets very soon. I'll stay in touch about plans. As it looks now, we'll only get about 2 weeks, maybe less, in the home country.

Now, a brief story about something this last weekend.

I was at a park with the munchkins, the husband, and the husband's parents. We were all having a lovely time. Munchkin #1 wanted to use the see-saw/teeter-toter at the park playground. He asked me to ride with him, so I happily obliged. Well, park security hurried over and loudly proclaimed to me, "This is for children!" Is my son not a child? How was my son supposed to ride by himself? Evidently, seeing a grown woman on a see-saw/teeter-toter was a bit difficult for the guard to fathom. Clearly, he thought I was some kind of trouble maker when he proceeded to follow me with my entire family through the park. I stopped to use the ladies toilet, came out, and he was still there. The husband was really annoyed and was ready to go ask the guard what kind of problem he had with me! So why was this all such an issue for the guard? I got off the equipment immediately, so did my son for that matter! Was it that I was a woman? He didn't seem bothered by the husband and the husband's father playing with our kids. I just don't get it. It only reinforced to me that I may be happy where I am living, but this region will never be truly home. Some things I just don't 'get'.

Peace.