Boy jumping rope…
I don’t know kids played jump rope here.
I’d never seen it until just last week.
Brings back fun memories. :)
Mosquitoes…
I hate how you all seem to have this built-in sensor for when I’m just falling asleep, and you come
whining by my ear. I’m thankful you
aren’t too numerous in my neighborhood, and I’m also thankful you usually don’t
find me that tasty. But there was that
one night when I had the sheet pulled up around my face, and you somehow managed
to take a nibble on my eyelid. Good
thing I don’t really swell up when I do get bit.
Ovaltine truck…
Guess what just I decided I needed to add to my shopping list.
Supermarket that
had a fire… You were closed for over a week - I’m glad
you’re back in operation. I just ran out
of oatmeal, and you’re the best place I’ve found to buy it.
Rummy Roots (a
card game teaching Latin/Greek word roots)… It’s
been years since I played you, but I still remember a lot of what you taught
me. When I hear a new French word,
knowing Latin roots can often give me at least a hint as to the meaning. (And thank you, Mom, for being ever on the
look-out for ways to make learning fun.)
Creepy thing on
my dining room table that looks like a spider…
I KNOW what you are, but I still sometimes have to look twice to
reassure myself that it’s not a spider.
Stocky brown horse…
You reminded me of a teenage boy, the way you kept flipping your mane
out of your eyes.
Choral group singing
in a field near my apartment… Ahhh. That was beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed the free concert.
Lemon tea that
steeped too long… That was not a pleasant experience. Lesson learned.
Tattered
notebook with my first 3500+ words and phrases in French…
A reminder of how far I've come, when it's a lot easier to remember how much farther I have left to go...
Guy holding up
three fingers while saying “two”… Please don’t
confuse me!
Bus barreling
down the road with only two (yes, two!) passengers…
What?! I am still in Africa?
“Pumpkin” (read:
butternut squash) apple cake… I told my friend
the other day that I’d lost all sense of the four seasons (even California has
four seasons when you compare it to here).
Which means that if I feel like celebrating Fall in February, there’s
nothing to stop me. I’m not sure if I
made you to celebrate Fall, or if I was feeling Fall-ish because I made you,
but that doesn’t matter.
Guy at the Bambinerie who asked me “Is it for a boy
or a girl?”… Um…that’s a pink onesie I’m holding, does
that help? A girl. She had a girl.
Motley
assortment of exercise machines right outside a construction site…
Oh yeah. Building muscles,
building apartments - they totally go together!
Friend who
proofread/critiqued a newsletter of mine in our Communication Skills class at
MTC (four whole years ago)… I’m sure you never imagined that
your simple pieces of advice would haunt guide me to the end of my
writing days. “Don’t use too many
exclamation points,” you said, “and don’t use so many ‘…’” Obviously these Dear _____ posts totally break that second recommendation, but
outside of them, I really do try to watch my ellipses. …And my exclamation points!
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