Building an Ark

I was informed today by a chatty kindergartener that another typhoon is coming. Surprisingly, he was right. (The little kids love to say the weather is a typhoon because they like to spin around, which is the weather song action for typhoon. Surely, this is all obvious.) Frankly, I am getting sick of these typhoons. They always hit on Saturday, so we miss neither work nor church. I have decided that I am no longer going to let these weather bullies walk all over me. I will move about unimpeded by all amounts of wind and rain. I am awfully tempted to move a chair into the courtyard and just sit there. Read, listen to music, grade, eat, whatever, just show that I'm not letting any typhoon muck up my one free day yet again.

Oh, and Paul wants me to put in a little bit about how Kiss Your Eyes is the greatest shop ever. We can't find his contacts (and we've done an exhaustive search of our one room and its whopping three pieces of furniture) and yesterday he knocked his glasses onto the floor and the screw came out. Thankfully, Paul had a lousy but doable single extra contact so he could teach his morning hours (instead of me, who is very grumpy when woken up after only five hours of sleep and told my work-free morning is in fact a 12 hr day beginning in 20 minutes.) He came home at lunch and we walked the one block to the nearest glasses shop (as opposed to the three others which are only within a five block radius). It's name is Kiss My Eyes and it's supposed to be very expensive according to our boss. I think she means by Taiwanese standards because two tables full of frames for $25 or less. They sell high-end designer titanium frames which were advertised at $60. I don't know if they are really D&G or Donna Karen, but they certainly look real. Anyway, we gave the assistant the pieces of Paul's glasses and she told us to wait a minute. It actually took several and the proprietor himself to fix the glasses (because they had somehow also become bent in the fall). Paul put them on and swore they were better than the day he got them. They declined to charge us (which was awfully kind, since it did actually take some work to fix them) and Paul has been singing the praises of Kiss My Eyes ever since. Paul says--and this is an exact quote--"it's given us the courage to try Taiwanese dentistry." His unbrindled optimism may also be the result of our roommate's batting average of .667 for effective medical care. (Audra had a sinus infection and her TMJ was giving her extra grief so she dragged herself to the doctor's [conveniently located next door to Kiss My Eyes] and a physical therapist and chiropracter. The therapist was a wash, but the others were fine.)