August 26, 2007
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half way to 50
shout out to Todd, who shares the birthday with me. he says 20 is the new 30. who else wants to join our depressing old attitude?
i started internet classes. Creative writing and Psycology. as if i am not already confused.
English class was covering body and clothes vocabulary. this led to many interesting conversations, and kids are just not shy and find any discussion on body parts funny.
you know what makes me smile? Pastor Assuario walking down the hall singing ´´You must not know ´bout me“
i had a mid-life crisis during my second grade class. I always ask the kids questions like ´´how old are you?´´ but i switched things up and asked Neto “how old is your mother?“ he said 25. since she couldnt be 25, i repeated the question in Portuguese, thinking he misunderstood me. nope. his mother is 25. so is his father. i am as old as my second grader´s parents.
We were going on a picnic yesterday for my birthday, but Roberio´s mother died. She was not a believer. Please pray for their family. In Brasil, because of the weather, they are buried the same day. imagine having someone you love by your side in the morning and 6 feet under by night. it put my birthday into perspective.
i have a belly full of feijoada and ice cream and bolo de maracuja is soon to come. life is good.
i got scared again. i told Tele that my documents had arrived and he was ready to send them off that day to get my VISA. i had two years flash in my face and freaked over the committment. half way to 50 sounds bad enough…almost 30 sounds even worse. but i do not have the money, and we are going to look into the student visa some more, now that my Portuguese is getting better (except for writing). i am here. for who knows how long? i am here now. where will i go later? alone? there are so many needs. problems. people. i was talking with God…He said wherever i went there would always be something beautiful. for the moment, that answers works perfectly.
