The trials and trivia that come with being a mother.

Myoldest son Kerry has been with me every step of the way. First, because of my "fish eye toy" that he introduced me to which has allowed me to make a series of entertaining pictures. Note the rounded look of the Royal Family's Mercedes parked in front of the 1462 temple my friends and I were trying to get into. We couldn't enter because the royal family was inside, but I did get a picture of the car with my "fisheye." Second, because he's a post master, I look for related info. Today, in the airport, I met the Buddhist postmaster of Paro, and he ask me how USPS was doing. He had been reading about the financial woes, so when I told him my son was a post master, he said he would be praying for him and for our post offices. I guess every little bit helps. On top of that, when I was at the top of Tiger's Nest, I put two of the "Where is George" dollar bills that Kerry gave me into an offering basket. After the Buddhist priest blessed the money,he had me roll the dice three times and said good things would come my way in the future. I was happy about my prospects, but then the wheels fell off the truck so I decided the Bhuddist priest misread the dice. The ball started rolling when I made a purchase for Kerry: large darts (20 inches) for the Bhutanese dart game. The man wrapped them for me, I put them in the bottom of my carry on and then totally forgot about them. Today when I went through customs, they kept asking me what was in the bag and I told them clothes and books. They started dragging everything out–including dirty underwear–and finally unearthed the long forgotten darts. Things were a little tense at first, but once they realized that I really was just a dumb little old lady, they rewrapped them and said they would give them to the cabin crew and I could pick them up when I de-boarded. It was a close call.