watch where you step

obviously i am playing around with names for this blog. the ones that i like best are: big adventures in a small world, an accidental life, or something along the lines of confessions of a confused mind. i think that all of those describe me a little. i am trying to be witty, which i am often not. although, i think i have been doing better lately, likely due to the influence of my friends s and k and yes, that means you. i know you read this and hopefully you know who you are. i accept suggestions.

so they are detonating a bomb here today. nice. i am not allowed to go outside right now because of it. they found it onsite during construction. i think that is worthy to go in both blogs, for those of you who read both, in case you are wondering.

when i was in vimy, there were areas roped off with sheep grazing on them. they were full of undetonated bombs and mines and the sheep were less likely to set them off than lawnmowers. people in europe live with this kind of stuff everyday. food for thought.

i just thought of something else that the title could mean. i wrote it in reference to the bombs, but it is also valid in that with all of the dog crap on the sidewalks (more in france than germany), one really does have to watch where one is going.