Hello All!
My apologies for not updating as regularly as I had originally intended.....and for falling off the face of the planet at times.
Where to begin? So much to say....so little mental organization.
WORK
Well, in my last update, I left off saying how I was in love with the place for the first 15 minutes, then soon found out what kibbutz life is really like, and spent a certain amount of time panicking and wanting to leave as soon as possible. Things have since calmed down, and I've come to terms with what I'm doing here, which is a good thing. All my 'romantic' notions of working outside, tilling the land and whatnot, were soon squelched when the job given me was.........working 3 km down the road at a resort in the restaurant, called the Holiday Village. People who come to stay at the Sea of Galilee need a place to stay, and food to eat. So, basically, this is what I do: wake up at 6.40 am, get picked up along with 4 other volunteers in a van and driven down the road to work, where our shift starts at 7 am. For those of you who know me, at all......you can imagine how torturous this is for me. Anyway......breakfast is buffet-style, and we spend the first 2 hours clearing people's plates from the table, wiping those tables, and resetting them as well, then we spend the following 6 hours, or until about 2.30 pm, cleaning. CLEANING!!!! WHAT THE?!?!?! Tables, chairs, sweeping, mopping, drying the floors, polishing silverware and dinner glasses, setting the tables for dinner, and whatever odd jobs the bosses can find to keep us perpetually occupied. Oh gosh. This was a far cry from what I was hoping for, but hey, they've made my bed, and now I'm gonna toss and turn all night til I have no option but to sleep in it. The restaurant is pretty kosher, so we have "meat" silverware for lunch and dinner, and "milk" silverware for the morning....which are stored separately and can never be mixed up. At first all their little rules were confusing as all get-out, but now that I'm used to them....I don't even think twice. Every day at work is pretty much the same, and to make light of the situation, I have come to label myself a walking "routine machine". Our two female bosses, who speak very little English, are always yelling at us to do something we're already in the process of taking care of. BUT......on the bright side... my coworkers are great. I work with a bunch of local Israelis and people from our kibbutz, and a few volunteers (two from South Africa, one from Chile, and one from England), and together, being rather on the outside of things, we have a lot of fun. We're kind of in this sucky job together, trying to make the best of it. Maybe we spend a little too much time laughing and goofing off......but hey, you gotta make it through the day somehow. Another perk is the free food. We get half-hour breaks (which is almost enough time for me to finish a meal) for breakfast and lunch, and it's all-you-can-eat, which is just my style for chowing down. Plus, we can take home leftovers from lunch to eat for dinner.
The only thing I really miss is..............you guessed it. BACON!!!! (care package, anyone?????)
FREE TIME
So, work ends at 2.30 or thereabouts, and we get a ride back to the kibbutz. It's actually kinda nice cuz we get the whole afternoon off, to enjoy the sunshine and warm (now getting hotter) weather. Usually I'm so tired from those early morning work days that I come home and take a nap from about 3 til 5 or so, with the door open so I can hear the breeze blowing in the palm trees right outside our door. Or, we go to the beach to work on trying to become a less severe shade of pale, read, or, as I've taken up lately, and quite accidentally, sudoku. There's not much here that provides any sort of mental stimulation, which I miss, so you do what you gotta do. The weather is consistenly beautiful, no rain, and getting hotter.....so that's just swell in my book. There's a one-storey building called the volunteer's clubhouse (wow, thanks, Ranger Rick, for that dubbing), where they have a big flat-screen TV, a kitchen, and a room with the one and only desktop computer available to about 25 volunteers......hence, my lack of communication, since it's 1. always in use and 2. I can't sit down and get stuff done when I know others are waiting to use the machine, so I don't even take the time anymore to go check my messages (ooops, did I just write that?). I think I check the internet about 2 times weekly.......but I've found a friend on the kibbutz who'se not a volunteer who lets me use the wireless internet in their room.....ergo, this update you haven't been waiting for. The nice thing about all this time off in the afternoons is.....you can do whatever you want. The other thing about all this time off is.......1. there's not much to do.....napping, beach, reading.....sure, but those aren't really activity activities....you know? which leads me to point number 2: people get bored, easily, and there's a lot of alcohol and drug use amongst the kibbutz people and the volunteers. We have a pub on the kibbutz that is quite popular, especially on Thursday nights, when a dj comes and they turn the place into a discotheque and we dance til 4 in the morning. But also, people are constantly buying beer and vodka and whatever else they can spend their few hard-earned shekels on. People come home from work and just get wasted. Doesn't matter if it's 5 in the afternoon or 8 pm or 2 am, fridges are stocked with booze. Also, the drugs.......two of my friends are stoners. I hang out with these guys about 3 times a week, after my daily nap. They invite me over to sit on their porch, and they drink beer (always offering me some, and me always declining), after half an hour or so of just chilling, we head in to their room, where they close the door, and start their druggy business. Bongs, pipes, lines.....these guys do it all. I've learned more about drugs in these past few weeks than I ever thought possible. I think they do/have access to pretty much everything except heroin. One day Jaron, the German guy, crushed up some pink prescription medicine and snorted 6 lines of it in a row. They get their stuff from locals and then pass it on to other volunteers who are looking to get high. And all this before supper time. I always have a line running through my head as I laugh at the situation: "Hash.....it's what's for dinner". I've been offered everything under the sun multiple times, and always decline, of course. Wow. I can't believe I just spent all that space talking about drugs. What was the topic of this section? Free time? Yep.....sounds about right. Anyway, you get the picture. There are enough people who don't get drunk and high all the time, but I try to hang out with everyone.....as usual. I crave variety.
ACCOMODATION
There are three buildings where they stick us volunteers, called blocks (how very reminiscent of prison/concentration camp life), Blocks A, B and C, (I'm in Block B), each block has 5 rooms, each room has either 1 or 2 people. I have a roommate, the girl from London whom I also work with. Each block has a bathroom with 1 shower and toilet for all the inhabitants of said block at the end of the building. Our rooms have a very, very narrow bed for each person (narrow as in, about one-and-a-half of me can fit comfortably in it), an AC unit (thank goodness....that will come in handy soon, I hear), and other basic yet sufficient furnishings, such as closet, mini fridge, bed-side table (wow, did anyone want to know this? when do I shut up?). We take turns cleaning the community bathroom, which has recently become invaded by ants. We also wake up to bed bugs, spiders, and geckos on our walls, on our table surfaces, and flattened under us in bed. I'm perpetually covered in itchy red welts everywhere from various insecty things attacking me whilst I slumber.
MISCELLANEOUS
I have a kibbutz friend who has a bike, so every so often I try to borrow it and get off the kibbutz and ride around the sea along the hills....it's quite beautiful. There's also a fellowship that meets at a neighboring kibbutz about 10 minutes down the road that I attend with some other like-minded volunteers every Sunday evening. The kibbutz guys are quite assertive/aggressive and within my first 2 weeks of being here, I learned quickly how to dodge being hit on. I think I've almost mastered that technique....but I don't want to get too cocky in my ice-queenish ways and jinx it. The food is abundant and delicious, my tan is coming along slowly but surely, and I've really started to make a few good friends here (a whole lotta acquaintances, or hang-out buddies, and a few good friends - really, what more do you need?). I have no phone, and there's a public one at the Mickey Mouse Ranger Rick Volunteer's Club that I really should go check out and pass along that number so perhaps my parents could hear my voice every so often.
Ok, enough already? Did anyone make it down to the very bottom....or are you all just scrolling? Either way, life has settled down now, and I'm anticipating the hotness to come. It's hard to believe I've been here a month. It's even harder to imagine that I still have a few months left here Haha. JK. One of my favorite parts of the day is talking with the elderly German tourists who come to eat breakfast at the Holiday Village....they don't expect to find anyone speaking German to them, and it makes their day.
Well, there's always more to tell, but I'll save that for another time. I hope this *blog* finds you all doing well, enjoying life, and easing your way into summer. Please, please, PLEASE stay in touch, even though I've proven myself insufficient at that same task.
All the best!
[insert favorite Irish blessing here],
Kristen
PS. I just realized I don't need to sign my own blog, how lame....but what's done is done, and now I'm clicking the 'publish post' button, so.......there's no pretending this never happened. Let it be known I haven't outgrown my dorkyness....not by a long shot, my dear friends! Toodles!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Beginning
Catchy title, eh? Yeah, that one almost took TOO much effort.
HEY!
Hello from Israel! Hope this *blog* (there's gotta be a better word out there for this) finds you all doing well and enjoying spring time. Or, whatever season it is wherever you are.
I arrived in Tel Aviv airport at 2 am, and of course, decided to sleep in the airport (what were my options, really?). Seeing as said airport is not as nice as Amsterdam's Schipol airport, with its lounge area and reclining chairs, I had no other option but to sleep on the floor by the elevators, right across from where people were going through security checks. I fell asleep until the coldness of the marble floor worked its way into my bones and forced me to look for other accomodations, this time, a free chair, forming part of the actual line of security check points, sleeping with my bag between my legs and and my upper body resting on said bag. It was amazing, to say the least. You can only imagine how well-restedly I awoke at 7 am due to an increased influx of outgoing passengers.
After changing money in the airport and not getting ripped off too much by the exchange rate slash commission, I made my way outside to the bus station area to wait. There, I was approached by a friendly American man who made a comment about my age that would later become the typical assumption I have heard every day since I've been here: "So, are you in High School, or.....?" Not even a second option, just that awkward trailing off that left me to inform and simultaneously surprise him.
I catch my bus, make another connection, and arrive at the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station, where, before entering the actual edifice, incomers are subjected to rather rude security searches. After that ordeal, I boarded another comma local bus to the section of town where this Kibbutz Program Office (KPC, let's call it, and actually, that's what they DO call it). Entering the Office, I was surprised by how small it was.....THIS was the funnel between the volunteers and the kibbutzim? I took a seat with 3 friendly South Koreans, and as we talked, I found out that they had been waiting for 3 days now to be placed at a kibbutz. They were staying in a local hostel and came to the KPC for the better half of the morning, every morning. Things were not looking good, here. They said some others had waited for a few weeks before being found a placement. So, I settled myself into a chair and prepared for a long wait. Hey, I had nothing else to do....may as well try and get some shut-eye in the office. Within the hour, one of the two ladies called me forward and had me fill out some paperwork. Then I went back to my chair, where we were soon joined by a British guy and a German girl, also waiting. Eventually, the little waiting area became quite full and things seemed even bleaker about getting placed somewhere with all this.....competition? wrong word, but similar concept.
20 minutes later, Bella points at me and says, "YOU......come!", so I did. She told me she had found a kibbutz for me. I was surprised, to say the least. She said, "It's in Ein Gev" (insert blank stare on my part)......"In the north" (sounds familiar)......."Right on the Sea of Galilee" (NO WAY! Are you kidding me?!?!), then she winked at me and said she had used some connections to get me placed there, since it's in, supposedly, one of the most beautiful areas of Israel. I had kinda been looking forward to desert area, since I've never lived or been in that climate, but hey, north is good, too. Especially since this kibbutz seems so 'exclusive', the way she was helping me. After we jointly completed all my necessary paperwork (visas, health insurance, signing my life away to something I'm not familiar with, the usual), she told me to come back tomorrow at 10 am.
So I spent the night in one of the crappiest hostels I have ever encountered, the cheapest one, at 12 bucks a night. I had a room with the three Koreans and the British guy, and as we were making pizzas in the tiny kitchen microwave, I realized I hadn't eaten in almost 20 hours, since my Istanbul-Tel Aviv flight the night before. Yowzers. I also didn't shower. Why bother? The place was filthy, I'd be cleaner now than after those bathrooms. The Koreans and Brit Boy still hadn't been placed, either, so we spent the day hanging out. It was really difficult/awkward being happy for myself and trying not to express it too much in front of them. Yarg.
Next day, after a complimentary breakfast, and being told by the hostel receptionist, who looked me up and down with an unhidden, pretentious look, "You look like child", I bade my farewells and headed off to catch the bus to the Central Station, searched again, boarded a new bus, which took me to Tiberias, on the Sea of Galilee. I waited there at the station for about an hour, with loads of young Israeli military people who must have been on holiday leave or something. Everyone was dressed in army gear, and I've never seen so many large guns in my life. Guys sitting on the ground of the station, drinking bottles of Coca Cola, flipping through magazines, with AK-47s and the suchlike slung across them. I think I stopped counting firearms after it got to be over 60. It had just lost its thrill by then.
Finally, the bus came, picked us up, and I asked the Israeli girl in the seat in front of me to let me know when we got to the Ein Gev station, seeing as announcements were not made as to which station we were approaching, and even if they were, my odds of understanding them were slim to none. When we had gotten almost precisely half-way around the sea, it was my time to dismount the bus, and I was greeted by an amazing view: In front of me, hills that rose and sloped gently, green and lush, palm tree groves beckoning along the road. As I turned to face the other way, the kibbutz property, and immediately beyond that, the Sea of Galilee, with Tiberias, the city on a hill, looming in the background.
I'm not gonna lie to you, folks. It was pretty amazing. Combining some of my all-time favorite elements (hills, water, and palms), this looked like a little slice of heaven on earth. I was extremely excited to be there, and so happy it had turned out this way. I grabbed my gear and headed towards the kibbutz to get this thing started. I was so ready.
This was the good part.....the part, where in all ignorance, innocense, and inexperience, you think life really could be that amazing. But it's not. It never is. At least up until 15 minutes into my time at the kibbutz, I felt like this was simply wonderful. But at least I had that quarter hour.
And that's a feeling I'll never forget.
Now I'm boring myself with all this incessant typing. And you as well. And that's no way to keep friends. So, on behalf of what's left of our cyber relationship, I'll end here. More will follow, cuz there's plenty else that needs explaining.
Suffice is to say, I really hope you all are doing well. I wish I could say something cheesy like, "I love and miss you all!", but that's not true, cuz hey, I don't know who's reading this.
HUGS!
HEY!
Hello from Israel! Hope this *blog* (there's gotta be a better word out there for this) finds you all doing well and enjoying spring time. Or, whatever season it is wherever you are.
I arrived in Tel Aviv airport at 2 am, and of course, decided to sleep in the airport (what were my options, really?). Seeing as said airport is not as nice as Amsterdam's Schipol airport, with its lounge area and reclining chairs, I had no other option but to sleep on the floor by the elevators, right across from where people were going through security checks. I fell asleep until the coldness of the marble floor worked its way into my bones and forced me to look for other accomodations, this time, a free chair, forming part of the actual line of security check points, sleeping with my bag between my legs and and my upper body resting on said bag. It was amazing, to say the least. You can only imagine how well-restedly I awoke at 7 am due to an increased influx of outgoing passengers.
After changing money in the airport and not getting ripped off too much by the exchange rate slash commission, I made my way outside to the bus station area to wait. There, I was approached by a friendly American man who made a comment about my age that would later become the typical assumption I have heard every day since I've been here: "So, are you in High School, or.....?" Not even a second option, just that awkward trailing off that left me to inform and simultaneously surprise him.
I catch my bus, make another connection, and arrive at the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station, where, before entering the actual edifice, incomers are subjected to rather rude security searches. After that ordeal, I boarded another comma local bus to the section of town where this Kibbutz Program Office (KPC, let's call it, and actually, that's what they DO call it). Entering the Office, I was surprised by how small it was.....THIS was the funnel between the volunteers and the kibbutzim? I took a seat with 3 friendly South Koreans, and as we talked, I found out that they had been waiting for 3 days now to be placed at a kibbutz. They were staying in a local hostel and came to the KPC for the better half of the morning, every morning. Things were not looking good, here. They said some others had waited for a few weeks before being found a placement. So, I settled myself into a chair and prepared for a long wait. Hey, I had nothing else to do....may as well try and get some shut-eye in the office. Within the hour, one of the two ladies called me forward and had me fill out some paperwork. Then I went back to my chair, where we were soon joined by a British guy and a German girl, also waiting. Eventually, the little waiting area became quite full and things seemed even bleaker about getting placed somewhere with all this.....competition? wrong word, but similar concept.
20 minutes later, Bella points at me and says, "YOU......come!", so I did. She told me she had found a kibbutz for me. I was surprised, to say the least. She said, "It's in Ein Gev" (insert blank stare on my part)......"In the north" (sounds familiar)......."Right on the Sea of Galilee" (NO WAY! Are you kidding me?!?!), then she winked at me and said she had used some connections to get me placed there, since it's in, supposedly, one of the most beautiful areas of Israel. I had kinda been looking forward to desert area, since I've never lived or been in that climate, but hey, north is good, too. Especially since this kibbutz seems so 'exclusive', the way she was helping me. After we jointly completed all my necessary paperwork (visas, health insurance, signing my life away to something I'm not familiar with, the usual), she told me to come back tomorrow at 10 am.
So I spent the night in one of the crappiest hostels I have ever encountered, the cheapest one, at 12 bucks a night. I had a room with the three Koreans and the British guy, and as we were making pizzas in the tiny kitchen microwave, I realized I hadn't eaten in almost 20 hours, since my Istanbul-Tel Aviv flight the night before. Yowzers. I also didn't shower. Why bother? The place was filthy, I'd be cleaner now than after those bathrooms. The Koreans and Brit Boy still hadn't been placed, either, so we spent the day hanging out. It was really difficult/awkward being happy for myself and trying not to express it too much in front of them. Yarg.
Next day, after a complimentary breakfast, and being told by the hostel receptionist, who looked me up and down with an unhidden, pretentious look, "You look like child", I bade my farewells and headed off to catch the bus to the Central Station, searched again, boarded a new bus, which took me to Tiberias, on the Sea of Galilee. I waited there at the station for about an hour, with loads of young Israeli military people who must have been on holiday leave or something. Everyone was dressed in army gear, and I've never seen so many large guns in my life. Guys sitting on the ground of the station, drinking bottles of Coca Cola, flipping through magazines, with AK-47s and the suchlike slung across them. I think I stopped counting firearms after it got to be over 60. It had just lost its thrill by then.
Finally, the bus came, picked us up, and I asked the Israeli girl in the seat in front of me to let me know when we got to the Ein Gev station, seeing as announcements were not made as to which station we were approaching, and even if they were, my odds of understanding them were slim to none. When we had gotten almost precisely half-way around the sea, it was my time to dismount the bus, and I was greeted by an amazing view: In front of me, hills that rose and sloped gently, green and lush, palm tree groves beckoning along the road. As I turned to face the other way, the kibbutz property, and immediately beyond that, the Sea of Galilee, with Tiberias, the city on a hill, looming in the background.
I'm not gonna lie to you, folks. It was pretty amazing. Combining some of my all-time favorite elements (hills, water, and palms), this looked like a little slice of heaven on earth. I was extremely excited to be there, and so happy it had turned out this way. I grabbed my gear and headed towards the kibbutz to get this thing started. I was so ready.
This was the good part.....the part, where in all ignorance, innocense, and inexperience, you think life really could be that amazing. But it's not. It never is. At least up until 15 minutes into my time at the kibbutz, I felt like this was simply wonderful. But at least I had that quarter hour.
And that's a feeling I'll never forget.
Now I'm boring myself with all this incessant typing. And you as well. And that's no way to keep friends. So, on behalf of what's left of our cyber relationship, I'll end here. More will follow, cuz there's plenty else that needs explaining.
Suffice is to say, I really hope you all are doing well. I wish I could say something cheesy like, "I love and miss you all!", but that's not true, cuz hey, I don't know who's reading this.
HUGS!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Welcome! Good Morning!
Howdy, Folks!
As you may have guessed from this blog, I've started a blog. Grrrr. Not exactly my cup of tea, but since I keep moving around a bit, updating people regularly has gotten to be a bit of a hassle, and has made me more negligent than I would like. I realized it might not be a bad idea to start a general information site when at least once a week I get the question, "So.....where are you? What are you doing? Still in China/Africa?".
First things first: the upcoming Israel trip (the one I leave on tomorrow).
Here's the run-down of how things sound like they might turn out:
My flight leaves tomorrow evening, Turkish Airlines (yes, the one that crashed, which one hasn't?!?!) to Istanbul, arriving in Tel Aviv the following early morning. My instructions, as per this Kibbutz Office I've been in contact with, are to take some public bus into the city, find their Kibbutz Office, walk in, and have an interview with them. About what? Who knows. Am I qualified to volunteer? Let's hope so. If not....what have I been doing with the last 3 years of my life?!?!?! After said interview, they will look up available positions on various kibbutzim throughout the country, and place me at one such kibbutz. This decision on their part could take anywhere from whithin a few hours after the interview to a few days thereafter. So, I could be arriving in T.A. and leaving that same afternoon/evening for my designated kibbutz, or I could be chillin in the city for a few days, taking pictures, and hopefully, making some friends. This Kibbutz Office also provides me with a 6 month tourist visa, and health insurance.
Get this: Shekels! How cool is that? I get to dabble in shekel-ery whilst there!
About the kibbutz (from what I've been told):
If you want more information, you should google or wikipedia "kibbutz" and read what it spits out. I know I did. But here's the gist of it: a kibbutz is a community of anywhere between 150 and 300 people, aged 18 to 35, living and working together in rural areas. In exchange for labor (6 days a week, I'm told, with the Sabbath being our day off), we get a room with 2 or 3 others (I'm hoping same-sex), 3 meals a day in the community canteen (back to college days?), and free laundry service (woohoo!). The goal of these kibbutzim is to live and work with others (both natives and internationals) to "till the land" or something like that.....they're very much ecologically friendly, usually attached to orchards (the labor will mostly be manual), boosting Israel's economy (perhaps). Since it sounds like we're destined to be in the middle of nowhere, there should be no cause for concern for my safety whatsoever. So please, sit back and enjoy my ride. After about a week I'll probably be wishing I were a bit nearer some tension, but at least I'll have the hot weather to battle (finally!). I'll also look into camel renting/racing.
That's the story so far. Not much to tell, but hey, I haven't even left yet. That's what this is for....to keep you updated as things happen. Hopefully. Since this blog is strictly for informational purposes, I would really appreciate it if you didn't post any comments. What's the point, anyway? That's not to say I don't want to hear from you, but we all have that thing called FB, so if you read something here, please comment/message there. K? Thanks!
Also, it would be in your best interest to take most things I say with a grain of salt. But you already knew that. That's also partly why you're reading this.
Well, folks, it's been great. No, really, I enjoyed typing at myself, wondering what it's all about.
Thanks for tuning in. Have a wonderful life!
As you may have guessed from this blog, I've started a blog. Grrrr. Not exactly my cup of tea, but since I keep moving around a bit, updating people regularly has gotten to be a bit of a hassle, and has made me more negligent than I would like. I realized it might not be a bad idea to start a general information site when at least once a week I get the question, "So.....where are you? What are you doing? Still in China/Africa?".
First things first: the upcoming Israel trip (the one I leave on tomorrow).
Here's the run-down of how things sound like they might turn out:
My flight leaves tomorrow evening, Turkish Airlines (yes, the one that crashed, which one hasn't?!?!) to Istanbul, arriving in Tel Aviv the following early morning. My instructions, as per this Kibbutz Office I've been in contact with, are to take some public bus into the city, find their Kibbutz Office, walk in, and have an interview with them. About what? Who knows. Am I qualified to volunteer? Let's hope so. If not....what have I been doing with the last 3 years of my life?!?!?! After said interview, they will look up available positions on various kibbutzim throughout the country, and place me at one such kibbutz. This decision on their part could take anywhere from whithin a few hours after the interview to a few days thereafter. So, I could be arriving in T.A. and leaving that same afternoon/evening for my designated kibbutz, or I could be chillin in the city for a few days, taking pictures, and hopefully, making some friends. This Kibbutz Office also provides me with a 6 month tourist visa, and health insurance.
Get this: Shekels! How cool is that? I get to dabble in shekel-ery whilst there!
About the kibbutz (from what I've been told):
If you want more information, you should google or wikipedia "kibbutz" and read what it spits out. I know I did. But here's the gist of it: a kibbutz is a community of anywhere between 150 and 300 people, aged 18 to 35, living and working together in rural areas. In exchange for labor (6 days a week, I'm told, with the Sabbath being our day off), we get a room with 2 or 3 others (I'm hoping same-sex), 3 meals a day in the community canteen (back to college days?), and free laundry service (woohoo!). The goal of these kibbutzim is to live and work with others (both natives and internationals) to "till the land" or something like that.....they're very much ecologically friendly, usually attached to orchards (the labor will mostly be manual), boosting Israel's economy (perhaps). Since it sounds like we're destined to be in the middle of nowhere, there should be no cause for concern for my safety whatsoever. So please, sit back and enjoy my ride. After about a week I'll probably be wishing I were a bit nearer some tension, but at least I'll have the hot weather to battle (finally!). I'll also look into camel renting/racing.
That's the story so far. Not much to tell, but hey, I haven't even left yet. That's what this is for....to keep you updated as things happen. Hopefully. Since this blog is strictly for informational purposes, I would really appreciate it if you didn't post any comments. What's the point, anyway? That's not to say I don't want to hear from you, but we all have that thing called FB, so if you read something here, please comment/message there. K? Thanks!
Also, it would be in your best interest to take most things I say with a grain of salt. But you already knew that. That's also partly why you're reading this.
Well, folks, it's been great. No, really, I enjoyed typing at myself, wondering what it's all about.
Thanks for tuning in. Have a wonderful life!
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