The Painted Word

OK, tonight's installment is going to be a LOT of pictures, as I haven't posted any in a while.


H. Stockton Brothers and Father after a long day of sleeping, crying, and eating.


Due to Lufthansa destroying our stroller by tearing off a wheel, Henry has been travelling around primarily in this car seat, i.e. we've been carrying him. It's quite durable, but everytime I see it I think there should be a little deflated poarachute hanging off the side, as it looks like nothing so much as an ejection seat from an airplane. It is great, however, as it provides a great deal of protection for Henry in a country where concepts of personal space are more malleable than in the US.


Yeah, he's a good looking kid.


This is my Uncle Ron. He's a WWII vet, and served with the 10th Mountain. He asked to hold Henry, as he wanted to talk to him. Here's what he said: "Henry, if you were forty years older and I was forty years younger, we'd get some fast horses, some young girls, some old whiskey, and head to Kentucky."


I don't think I posted this before. This is Henry in the Lufthasa bassinet. I thought the seatbelt was a bit off overkill versus the size of Henry.

(The next three pictures should be viewed together. Use the location of the silver car and tent in the images to see how thay should combine into one image.)



This is the view out the front door of my villa. Immediately out my front door is the tennis court, followed by (panning to the left) a green space with a semi-permanent tent, a pool which includes a deep end as this country has no product liability laws, and the clubhouse for my villa complex. Beautiful, eh?


This is the view out my back window. Sand, rocks, and nothing. They'll pave it, eventually, but for now it is just a desert patch. Note that this is what the green-space would turn into in a few days without constant watering.


Nicole and I ordered pizza last night, from Pizza Hut. (Yeah, I'm living exotically.) Pizza was exactly the same (except it was beef pepperoni), bit for some reason was delived with 30 ketchup packets. I have no idea why. My Brother-in-Law suggested that we go to the Pizza Hut and observe to solve this mystery. But where do you think it should go?