My Black, Black Soles
I'm taking Chinese lessons from a very pleasant woman who likes showing up early. We scheduled our first lesson for today, at seven in the evening. I had the wherewithal to take the dog out at around six-thirty. This was after dinner and an hour-long reading of Freud. I was fucking around, basically, thinking I'd take my sweet time. It's August, time to relax.
Now, I've been wearing sandals for a few months now. I have to wash my feet about three times a day or they start to stink more than usual. When I got back in with the dog, I checked my phone and saw that it was six-forty two.
I went to the bathtub and got my feet wet when the buzzer sounded. I hadn't even got the little brush all soapy.
So the woman is very pleasant and she'll correct you left and right but, damn, when you sting seven or more syllables together, the woman goes off her nut. She insisted that I get a better book. I suggested we see how things look at the end of the lesson.
I suspected as much, I know a lot more Chinese than I thought I did. Vocabulary and pronunciation, I guess. That's what kept her smiling. She persuaded me to let her purchase a new book for me.
But this is the sad part. We were going over the Chinese syllables, and she was sitting on the couch. She had her copies out in front of her, and I was leaning toward her from my chair. The poor woman would occasionally bend down to check and see what I was looking at, and her little eyes would squint and her spine would instinctively recoil, you could hear her on ass on the couch, it was such a violent jerk. Her eyes did not well up with tears, however.
She was unable to contain a little gasp, though, when the dog trotted up and began licking my feet.
He got a time-out in the air-conditioned bedroom, for that.
Now, I've been wearing sandals for a few months now. I have to wash my feet about three times a day or they start to stink more than usual. When I got back in with the dog, I checked my phone and saw that it was six-forty two.
I went to the bathtub and got my feet wet when the buzzer sounded. I hadn't even got the little brush all soapy.
So the woman is very pleasant and she'll correct you left and right but, damn, when you sting seven or more syllables together, the woman goes off her nut. She insisted that I get a better book. I suggested we see how things look at the end of the lesson.
I suspected as much, I know a lot more Chinese than I thought I did. Vocabulary and pronunciation, I guess. That's what kept her smiling. She persuaded me to let her purchase a new book for me.
But this is the sad part. We were going over the Chinese syllables, and she was sitting on the couch. She had her copies out in front of her, and I was leaning toward her from my chair. The poor woman would occasionally bend down to check and see what I was looking at, and her little eyes would squint and her spine would instinctively recoil, you could hear her on ass on the couch, it was such a violent jerk. Her eyes did not well up with tears, however.
She was unable to contain a little gasp, though, when the dog trotted up and began licking my feet.
He got a time-out in the air-conditioned bedroom, for that.