"With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry La Prise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at age 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started."
- cailin, via the comments on this posting, which is so dear to my heart.)
You've probably already heard the latest news about this country Somewhere in Asia.
Makes my previous posting about bad coffee machines seem trivial.
As far as I know, no one part of our school community was injured, but the sites of the blasts are where we all do our shopping on Saturdays. I was running the Hash (a running club) during the monsoon when these guys in teeshirts and running shoes who I walk/run beside and who I drink beer with and sing silly drinking songs with all of a sudden became official. Cell phones from three different embassies sent runners for cover under the eaves of the closest building: one hand holding the cell, the other hand covering the other ear to drown out the sound of rain on the tin roof.
Weekend school functions were cancelled. A group of my students was in one of the buildings and saw the bodies.
I'm not worried for my safety. But, it's times like these that remind me that life is fragile. Security is an illusion. Friends matter. And being alone in my apartment after finding out the grocery stores you shop at have been blasted really, really sucks.
A big thanks and a thousand hugs to Ms. Scrapbook who brought over homemade brownies.