I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 246 - Kazakhstan Part 25

Every Sunday, this blog will describe our life-changing trip to Kazakhstan in 2005 to adopt our two youngest children. While some of our friends and family have seen a few of the pictures, we've never put it all together in an organized format. One of the reasons is that I hesitate to subject others to a 21st century version of the endless slideshow of vacation photos harking to some relative's visit and a lost evening of my childhood. Still, the story must be told before details are lost since this is my children's unique birthright. When we get to the end of the story, I'll edit the posts together into an extended and separate blog page and then have it printed by one of the blog-to-book(let) services for my kids. For people with less interest, these posts will be easy to identify and avoid. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Our "tourist Sunday" was a little cold and a little gray, though a blue sky was gradually peeking through. Terry's gastric distress was worsening. I had been hoping that he would become distracted and forget his symptoms but it was becoming clear that this really was only wishful thinking.

The next stop with our companions Inna the translator and Dima the driver was a lovely park next to the river.

The air was shockingly pure and clean. Breathing had the sense of ingesting an icicle. We walked with hands in our pockets through the gate and along the wide walkways of the park. Here and there were families and couples enjoying the early winter day. Their bright voices bounced off the leafless trees.

The mist along the river added to the sense of enchantment. We rustled through the leaves off the path.

It seemed to be a very big park. Benches were scattered here and there amid the stands of what seemed to be birch trees.

I noticed the crows in Uralsk because they aren't all black the way they are at home. They have a lighter middle body and for all the world look like they are wearing white vests. Like crows everywhere, they gathered in public places and swaggered with a sense of entitlement.

While the season had ended, the colorful amusement park rides looked as though an attendant would appear at any moment and summer could resume.

The sun had become quite blue and I felt an amazing sense of wonder in this magical amusement park on the other side of the world. I walked faster to see the brightly painted buildings and Ferris Wheel. Glancing back, Terry did not look like he was nearly as pleased.

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