The Faroe Islands; anxiety; advice

I’ve mentioned that Un mundo inmenso is my favorite YouTube channel with videos about geography. Check out this lovely new video about the Faroe Islands:

These topics are discussed:

• the underwater roundabout
• Google “sheep” view
• mail-order brides

I’d move my family to the Faroes tomorrow, if I could.

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I spoke to my doctor about the anxiety I’ve been feeling, and we agreed that prolonged isolation is taking its toll.

Get a part-time job, she said. When your wife returns from her job, go to a grocery store and stock the shelves.

Somehow, it didn’t occur to her that such an, ahem, solitary job would deprive me of what little contact I have with my wife.

I am reminded of how obtuse my well-wishers’ advice often seemed when I last felt such distress.

This time, the distress is not as bad; but it is bad enough. But here is one saving grace. Most every night, after I’ve talked with Karin and eaten supper and watched a little TV, I feel much, much better.

Portugal … ?

Well, who’d’ve thought it? Portugal!

• A team that didn’t win so much as not lose.
• A team whose goalscoring hero wasn’t CR7, but an obscurer striker, Éder. (Not even the most distinguished Éder in the tourney. That striker was Éder the Brazilian; he dressed for Italy.)
• A team whose coach had been employed by Greece during the World Cup, and who brought over the grinding tactics of the Greek team. (Without him, the Greeks finished last in their Euro qualifying group, twice losing to the Faroe Islanders.)

I am glad for my cousins, Annie & Vickie, who grew up in Portugal and are loyal to CR7. After the final they walked around their housing co-op waving the Portuguese flag. I am not glad for CR7, who didn’t play especially well in these Euros; nor for Pepe, who did. I am glad that modest Éder got the winning goal. I am sorry for Moussa Sissoko, the Frenchman who played best against the Portuguese.