Today, as I was driving from my morning class to an event in the afternoon,
at a stoplight I noticed a plastic bag....just floating about.
plastic bag, floating
in the breeze above the cars
where are you going?
And now, here I am....in a place I haven't been in a very long time.
and I'm feeling a bit like that plastic bag....
not sure where I'm going with this, but....
thinking that I am going somewhere good.
I have to admit that it feels kind of nice typing longer than
what is usually typed on Facebook or Instagram.
A lot has changed since I was last blogged....my boys are not little boys anymore.
Issei is now living in Saitama, next to Tokyo and Koji is a junior in high school.
The K-Man and I are still the K-Man and I, just a bit older.
Kamp Kuroiwa is still our life.
Busy....but pretty good.
flamingos, hula, teaching....all still a big part of what's going on.
lot's of other stuff, too.