Today I had a chance to catch up on your blog posts while lying in bed recovering from the flu. The photos of your children in various parts of the world are amazing. Along with everyone else who posted responses, I am awed at their sense of adventure. However, being the more pusillanimous sister and auntie, I have a few issues. While the photo of Josiah standing on Lion’s Head is breathtaking, I never want to see him that close to a ledge again. If I were there I would have made him hold onto the strap of my purse just in case he lost his footing. Like our mother, I carry a fairly substantial handbag –I think it would hold him.
Another thing – MUST he and Monique pose so near the wild animals? I’m going to get them some sensible field glasses so they can experience the Seven Wonders of the World without becoming lunch.
Now for Elya – the next time she goes to South Korea I will send her with a “Get the Hell Outa There Kit.” As you know, I Googled the entire thing and I now possess a current map of all the safe zones and the best routes to the U.S. embassy, along with a list of the 10 essential items to pack during an attack from the North.
The problem is that it’s no good to her now that she’s back in the states doing even more dangerous things, like getting stranded in Harlem in the middle of the night and being a language tutor for Russian strangers, which I haven’t yet had a chance to Google. I’m now working on a “Beautiful Young American Girl English Tutor Tackle Box.” It includes a fingerprint kit, quick background checker and “Portable Creep Detector.” The problem is, by the time I’m done she’ll be on to something else. What’s a pusillanimous aunt to do? I can’t keep up! 😦
(Don’t you love the word “pusillanimous.” I don’t even care if I’m not using it correctly, it came up in my thesaurus and I couldn’t pass it up. How could I have gone my whole life to the age of 49 without once writing the word pusillanimous until today? Words – now there’s adventure!)
*Pusillanimous: cowardly, fearful