"We Might Not Do Daylight Savings" "Who's we?"

I sat in a meeker for three hours. No, we were not driving at this time. We were waiting for more people before taking leave. It was cold. I played snake on my cell phone.

One afternoon, while herding our calves back home, I ran into a massive herd of yaks, 150 maybe 200 of them. I stopped the calves before they got swallowed by the tidal wave. I stared at this awesome sight. I figure George Lucas got a lot of ideas from yaks. They look as though they were transported directly into Star Wars movies. These large mostly black beasts have massive toughs of hair draped on their bodies. The hair sways in the steppe winds, keeping them steadily warm. Only their hooves spoke, silently they trudged along. Two Mongolians on horses drove them from behind. They appeared like sentinels, overlords hovering above the mindless beasts. They had massive poles with long leather straps attached to the end. Whenever a brother or sister would slack off, this massive pole of irony would whip them back up.

I looked up from my feet as I walked home. There they were. The two of them, hand in hand, walking slowly in front me. Grandpa's future fading with time, granddaughter's future looking brighter every day. With a smile on my face, my eyes returned to my feet. A minute later I looked up again. Granddaughter was standing innocently hands crossed, like grandfather wasn't there man handling a fire hose. With a shake and a skip, he zipped up his pants and they continued walking, hand in hand.

I dressed as a Mongol wrestler for the Halloween party. Everyone gasped as I came out on stage, then smiles all around. They loved it. We played bobbing for apples, mummy wrap, apple chin pass and topped it off with awkward Mongolian circle dancing.

There's a few stories I can't relate to you. I don't think peace corps would approve. It's getting much colder. I bought a cow to wear. Had some snow ball fights with the sisters. The river is almost solid ice. Still herding the sheep and cows. Whenever I forget my scarf my face goes completely numb. I wear multiple layers of clothing. Went to a formal teacher party that kicked my ass, ended up slashing my back open after an incident with a rock. I won't name what kind of rock, I don't want this to turn into a hate crime. I am not a rockist.