1. Now that we live on the second-to-top floor of our apartment building, I spend a lot of time looking at the elevator numbers, watching them slowly light up. Varun and I were shocked to realize that there really isn’t a 13th floor. Is this a North America thing? A Western thing? Does anyone else find this odd? This remnant of superstition in an otherwise scientific setting (a well-engineered elevator) makes me giggle.
2. Yesterday, we had supper at the house of a couple from Church who I hope will become our New Friends. The wife is American and the husband was telling us about their plans for American thanksgiving. He said, “So we’ll gather our American comrades together for a thanksgiving dinner”. The wife and I, both Americans, looked at each other and laughed at the mention of the word “comrade”. If I had one word to describe Americans, that would not be it.
Later, we were chatting in the living room and I picked up a book entitled “The Jaguar at the Quark”. Intrigued, I read the title aloud. Varun asked, “Is that quark as in physics, or as in a funny personality?”. Quark. Quirk. Classic.
He also told them about this blog. “Amelia has a blog where she makes fun of me. You should read it, it’s pretty funny”. Reason #782 that I love this guy: unbelievable sense of humor.
….Now, if you’ll excuse me, my Engineer Husband and his engineer friend are playing a SERIOUS game of Pandemic, and it’s my turn. (In the time it took this Photo to load, I cured a pandemic-porportion disease. Booyah. )