After nearly two years, we are still adjusting to life as relative strangers in a strange land. Only 3.5 hours by car from my hometown, it's still nothing like home. We try to find the amusement in it all as much as possible.
Today, I received a catalog in the mail. In the first pages are hunting clothes. Then you find gun holsters. After that are $2000 pairs of binoculars (for hunting??). And then I saw something that I was sure was a wine refrigerator, but it was a food dehydrator. A few pages later, I finally found my wine refrigerator. But wait, no, it's a "smoker with window."
Proselytizing
Everyone we meet asks us what religion we are. They all want us to join their church. And there's nothing subtle about it. One neighbor announced the first time we met her that she was sending her pastor to our house to "call on us." Apparently, all British people must be Episcopalian. It told Sweetie that we're about to become Quaker by default because it's the only way to fend off the proselytizers.
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