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Well, I'm sitting in a motel ten minutes from the
border of Mexico, getting ready to cross. A brief
excursion into Matamoros last night showed me what I
probably already should have known: I don't really
speak Spanish. My dad, who does, took care of most of
our business.
It's a little early in the morning to go on about
crossing today for good (for a while). What I will
say: Already the prices and flavor have diverged into
a drastic inverse ratio. Freaking great sandwiches for
2.50 in Brownsville.
I was talking to Seth on the phone about Montessori's
directive, educationally, not to give more to the eyes
than to the hands. Decided that was good traveling
advice.
I'm starting to miss the kids from the camp I worked
at this summer. Dong Hoo doing the play by play by on
connect four: "Oh, that's good. What! Oh no. Uh oh.
You lose? You lose, teacher?" Well, it was pretty
great live.
Anyway, Patrick is dividing up Clif bars on the motel
bed. He takes this job pretty seriously. Yesterday, he
ordered two lunch specials at the mexican restaurant.
One right after another. Josh is having to leave
behind the selected works of St. Anselm of Canterbury,
so he's packing it in while he can. I did the same
thing, I guess, with a juvenile fiction book I'm
leaving: Habibi, so long.
Dad drove with us down to the border, and today he'll
drive back to Austin. It's been nice having him. I
will miss everything, I know, in about three days. I
will have the most vivid daydreams you've ever seen
about something like going to Wheatsville and ordering
an orange dream.
The other day, I got six shots, and now I can't raise
my arms any higher than it takes to plead ignorance.
Celebration has been taken from me in exchange for
immunization. The nurse told me that a symptom I could
expect from my shots was "general malaise." She also
warned that the Typhoid immunization might cause some
problems with paragraph breaks. That's just what she
said. I don't know if it's true. Patrick's nurse told
him that one of his shots would make him incredibly
grumpy in about two weeks. Just for a day. She
actually said this.
Cara's got a friend in Mexico City we'll stay with
when we arrive. Until then, Cuidad Victoria,
Guanajauto. Well, so long fluency!
Mowbray, in Richard II:
The language I have learn'd these forty years,
My native english, now I must forego;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony...
So long, English!
border of Mexico, getting ready to cross. A brief
excursion into Matamoros last night showed me what I
probably already should have known: I don't really
speak Spanish. My dad, who does, took care of most of
our business.
It's a little early in the morning to go on about
crossing today for good (for a while). What I will
say: Already the prices and flavor have diverged into
a drastic inverse ratio. Freaking great sandwiches for
2.50 in Brownsville.
I was talking to Seth on the phone about Montessori's
directive, educationally, not to give more to the eyes
than to the hands. Decided that was good traveling
advice.
I'm starting to miss the kids from the camp I worked
at this summer. Dong Hoo doing the play by play by on
connect four: "Oh, that's good. What! Oh no. Uh oh.
You lose? You lose, teacher?" Well, it was pretty
great live.
Anyway, Patrick is dividing up Clif bars on the motel
bed. He takes this job pretty seriously. Yesterday, he
ordered two lunch specials at the mexican restaurant.
One right after another. Josh is having to leave
behind the selected works of St. Anselm of Canterbury,
so he's packing it in while he can. I did the same
thing, I guess, with a juvenile fiction book I'm
leaving: Habibi, so long.
Dad drove with us down to the border, and today he'll
drive back to Austin. It's been nice having him. I
will miss everything, I know, in about three days. I
will have the most vivid daydreams you've ever seen
about something like going to Wheatsville and ordering
an orange dream.
The other day, I got six shots, and now I can't raise
my arms any higher than it takes to plead ignorance.
Celebration has been taken from me in exchange for
immunization. The nurse told me that a symptom I could
expect from my shots was "general malaise." She also
warned that the Typhoid immunization might cause some
problems with paragraph breaks. That's just what she
said. I don't know if it's true. Patrick's nurse told
him that one of his shots would make him incredibly
grumpy in about two weeks. Just for a day. She
actually said this.
Cara's got a friend in Mexico City we'll stay with
when we arrive. Until then, Cuidad Victoria,
Guanajauto. Well, so long fluency!
Mowbray, in Richard II:
The language I have learn'd these forty years,
My native english, now I must forego;
And now my tongue's use is to me no more
Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
Or, being open, put into his hands
That knows no touch to tune the harmony...
So long, English!