I've become one of those women--one of those weak women I used to look down upon so easily. I'm just gonna name it and claim it. I have so many days where I want to throw up my hands and buy a one-way ticket to the States. Today is, obviously, one of them. But...see the blog's byline. (Plus, Okinawa is, if nothing else, a great place to take pictures. And hopefully to wear out one's starter camera through brutal saline humidity and have to get a new one when one moves back to civilization...?)
- An interesting look at the economics of Okinawa: Ready or not, Okinawa aims to wean itself off of military dollars.
- A lot of people in the military think that "it" is watching out for them (or has it in for them). There is no "it", just a whole bunch of bureaucrats doing their jobs (or not). There is no master plan. As a result those people end up living in unacceptable housing, getting inadequate medical care*, or being stuck in jobs they hate. That is unforunate but avoidable for them. But certain people really need to be looked out for, like wounded soldiers.
- If you wanted your daughter to be a famous goakeeper, what would you name her? Hope Solo. Seriously, it's so perfect. And now she's on Dancing with the Stars. (That is a funny link, not an I-read-articles-about-TV-I-don't-watch link.)
*Please note--some of my friends have been getting inadequate medical care recently--I am NOT talking about you!