Notes from a professional foreigner...

40

Truthful Tuesday… what the hell. I turn 40 this coming weekend. I’d like to say that this is the furthest thing from my mind, but it’s not. I’d like to say that I feel far younger, and I do, really. But 40 seems like someone else, not me. I’d like to say handled this rationally and with grace, we’ll see. 

So the wife and I showed up on time for the Bucharest breast-cancer run this morning. It was a bit chaotic. But I was patient and managed to register, pink t-shirt and all. And then we waited. The run was to begin at 10:00 or 10:15. But the time passed. It was cold. We tried to warm up by jumping and walking about, which got old fast. We waited some more. And then we decided to give up and go home. I ran around the block a few times instead. But, we paid the registration fee and I even donned the pink t-shirt, and that’s what counts.  

Defenestration is the act of throwing someone out of a window (from the Latin: de: out of, with a downward motion implied; fenestra: window).

I love to walk across the Charles Bridge late at night or at the break of dawn before the tourists descend. I love this plaque. Notice the guy being thrown off the bridge. This is defenestration of sorts, which is a long-standing Czech favored way to deal with problems. I find this highly entertaining.