While living in the condo in downtown Minneapolis, when I was traveling. I could place a note in my mailbox for the letter carrier to leave my mail in the condo office. They'd hold it until I returned. There is no such provision at the OFH. Roy and Dorothy have my mailbox key and take my mail in daily, while I'm gone. A grocery sack full of mail awaited my return. Today, I read through the weekly papers and other miscellaneous mail in that bag. Because this lacks much excitement I'll supplement the blog with a travel story.
For ten of the twelve years I taught in Thailand I lived with the same Thai family. Their house was at the dead end of a long street. Behind their house was an undeveloped, wooded area. Animals, both domestic and wild, roamed the area. Most common were herds of pigs whose presence would set the neighborhood dogs barking. Many a night I was awakened by the sounds of a dog fight. On a nearby road we'd encounter a large flock of goats. Cattle also visited...see the picture below.
Apparently other critters also lived in the woods. The family that housed me had three cats when I left one year. Arriving the next year there were only two cats. When I asked about the absent cat they replied, "A snake ate it." That's why I didn't explore the woods.
Takk for alt,
Al
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