February 28, 2007
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sometimes it takes a whole day to live in one moment. a moment that is worth all day.
Have you ever sat in moonlight…pure moonlight and tried to write? do it sometime and tell me why it is impossible.
Happy Birthday to my favoritest brother in the whole wide world. 7 years old! wow.i saw a horse across the street today, standing there eating. on a leash like thing tied to the tree. i was waiting for a combie but longed to ride the horse to the center instead. bareback. but common sense won again and i got a ride to town.
i love empty spaces. empty places that call out to you to stay in their silences. Hollow, barren corners that you cannot drag your feet away from.
i caught the wrong bus. got a disgusted look from the driver.
you don’t have to worry about the water level being low. we are getting tons of rain. it has cooled everything down–i actually got goosebumps twice! not enough to put on a sweater or anything, but close. everything is three shades brighter green since i got here. the bad side is, rain gives birth to millions of bugs. you think i am exaggerating, but i am not. there were so many bug flying around the pool i thought it was still raining.
I ate dinner for less than a quarter US….a broa (corn cookie thing) and piece of fresh bread with cheese on it. gotta love it.
the maid is amazing. cleaned all my stuff. got those black things out of the shower (i think they were bugs. i pretended they weren’t there), washed my stinky jogging clothes (hey, it is 5:30 and no one is around to see or smell me, so i reuse the outfit a couple times…) and even lined up my sandals. i didn’t even know i had that many sandals.
ok. i love teaching. that’s just all there is to say. and making kids stick out their tongues to prounce “the” makes me laugh. i love having a job that makes me laugh. i asked Mateus to close the door and he started singing that song…i dunno it really…it is popular in the US about “closing the *********door”. Mateus and Mariana had heard it and thought the words were “close the garden door” which a nice version of it. so he was singing away…in his warbled English…that made me laugh too.
it sounds like someone is torturing dogs outside my window. yuck. sounds are so random here…like the donkey that regularly sounds like it is hemorraging. or the cicadas that i am sure wil converge upon us like a plauge of locusts they are so loud. and smells. you never know when you are going to suddenly keel over and realize you just got a wiff of something that never should have happened. and smells like it should be illigal.
