Ravings of the Occasionally Opinionated

Not Quite Lost Without Kids

You would think we did nothing but tell Eliana she would be homesick, because her first letter said, "I'm not homesick, even though it is the first day. Ha Ha. I was write and you were rong." Her last leter said, "I don't miss you one bit." That was a while ago, and there hasn't been one since. Katie is fine and having fun. She writes a bit more and admits to missing us, at least in her first few letters. She can't sleep at night because two girls in her bunk scream all night. I wish she would supply a little more detail.

Israel is under attack (i.e. a bit more than usual.) Garrett's major travel plans always seem to be affected by wars. His Spanish class did not go to Costa Rica the year he was supposed to go because Bush had just attacked some country. (That would be either Afghanistan or Iraq.) He was supposed to go to Haifa the day after it was bombed, and the tour group wisely is staying in the south until something resembling peace breaks out. (Fat chance, but that is another blog entry.) He called us once. It was 125 degrees on the hike up Masada. Garrett said he was OK, but some of the other kids were having a hard time with the heat. The war is keeping them in the hot south.

Speaking of heat, we don't have to worry about the girls being cold any more, because it is in the 90s and supposed to be 100 next week. Now Alice is worried their bunk is too hot.

I'm worried that it will be time for them to come home too soon, though it will be a relief to have Garrett back in the good ol' USA where we are blissfully unaware that people are planning to blow us up. (Oops, wrong blog entry again.)