They Rocked Us Like A Hurricane

Today was yet another public holiday here in paradise. Good thing! We went to see Scorpions In Concert at the Savannah last night, with Orange Sky opening, and it was FANTASTIC! There were lots of people there! And I was out past midnight, with bits of glass getting into my sandals... and THREE stilletto heels jabbed me in my feet, remind me to wear sensible shoes next time. I had a total blast. Today I felt like Shite.

For pictures of me with beer in my hair, see Facebook. And it looks like I might have to get all friendly again, at least some of my "Friends" have informed me, because Sean is Going Away. And they say I need to be on facebook so they can keep an eye on me. What ever happened to texting, huh, ladies?

But, Babies, it's official.

My Snoogie Woogie, my Main Chef, He Who Fixes Stuff, the Light of my Eyes and Object of my Desire; is going off to fly helicopters in Mauritania. May the Camels of his Acquaintance be devoid of Fleas, may his Tent never fall over.

I usually let Sean deal with most of the International Communications in this house. But he's going to have to teach me how to Skype so that we can stay in touch. He's got Facebook, Skype and Lord knows what else. I just email, and write the occasional letter. Yes, paper and a pen. And you go to the post office. Remember? And you can stick a little something in the envelope, like a cute bookmark that says "Best Sister Ever"? How many far-off grandmothers out there email?

Anyway, the question has come up: Should we all go to Mauritania? Should the boys and I head to England? The Land of Drizzle? What about, umm, Spain? Anyone ever lived in Spain? It's warmer, see? And more Trini-ish? Good guitarists, anyway. Both Sean and I speak enough Spanish to get by. I used to speak enough French to get by too. Hmm. We speak tiny scraps of Arabic, but not enough to get by. We will learn.

It is an exciting time. The world is our oyster. We have time to think about it, Sean will go and see what Mauritania is like while the boys finish up the school year. Which only just started! So we are obviously not in a hurry.

It's all just too much for my feeble brain to think about right now, on so little sleep and a day of Happy! Hungry! Little! Boys! Playing noisy games! So goodnight, and let me know if you have friends and family in Spain...