November 27, 2008

• always summer and never independence day

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  The kids go around singing “O come all ye faithful, joyful and triangle…”

   

  It is Thanksgiving and I am imagining all the lovely thanksgivings I have spent wallowing around in the covers until late, late, late, when we turn on the Macy’s day parade until Mom calls us for dinner.

   

  My day started off a little different. Yesterday, Maninho, a good friend, graduated from the Conservatory of Music. He’s been going for the past 7 years. Since he was 14 and started clarinet lessons. So he had an official “formatura” and played seven or eight songs where you just had to sit there and become very sure he was a musical genious. So I slept in Paudalho and got up early to catch the six o’clock bus back to Carpina. I missed the bus miserably and waited for a Kombe. I sleepily stumbled into one and didn’t notice until I put on my seatbelt that I was the only one in it. Besides the driver.  Aparently, it was NOT a public transportation Kombe, but rather a man who transported chickens from Recife. A man who decided to stop for sleepy looking Americans on the side of the road. As we picked up speed, I wondered if I was going to die, and how bad it would hurt to jump out while the Kombe was moving. But he calmly ranted on and on about I am not sure what (I was busy planning my insurance policy) until we got to the Alcance and I said it was my stop and he pulled over. Didn’t even accept the $1Real fare.

   

  And I was happy. 

   

  Today we are writing thank you letters to our parents and eating Snickerdoodles during class. Ivana vetoed having the thanksgiving turkey, because then the kids wouldn’t eat lunch.

   

  But I do miss the cranberries.

  And stuffing.

   

  The rest of the food I can do without, because I have Bolo de Rolo and Mouse De Maracuja. Quem preciso mais?

   

  Dear Mother, thank you for my clothes and make-up, Manuelly (6^th grade)

  Dear Father, thank you for not fighting with me when I ran away to Porta De Galinhas, Raquel (9^th grade)

  Dear Mother and Father, thank you for giving me food when I was a little boy, Tiago (9^th grade) (so they don’t feed you now? I asked him)

  Dear Mommy, thank you for staying home with me and making food I liked, Mariana (5^th grade)

  Dear Mother and Father, I want you always with me, I don’t want you to go, Samara (4^th grade)

  Dear Mother and Father, thank you for my computer, Daniel (4^th grade)

  Dear Mother and Father, thank you for your love, horses, and Barbies, Carol (3^rd grade)

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