What can I write about, he thinks to himself as it approaches a week since his last update to the states. There is nothing new happening around here, same old, same old. Wake up, read His message for me, catch a bus, eat some noodles, teach kids who are unbelievable in frustration and joy, grab some lunch of rice and who knows what, teach some more, come back, prepare for tomorrow's two lessons, grab some street food using my slowing growing Chinese, come back, eat the fried food, watch a show on the computer, prepare for other lessons, brush and floss the whites, and fall asleep on the rock hard mattress. What can I write about, he thinks to himself. Then he realized the new has become old. The unusual, usual. The foreign, familiar.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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What can I write about, he thinks to himself as it approaches a week since his last update to the states. There is nothing new happening around here, same old, same old. Wake up, read His message for me, catch a bus, eat some noodles, teach kids who are unbelievable in frustration and joy, grab some lunch of rice and who knows what, teach some more, come back, prepare for tomorrow's two lessons, grab some street food using my slowing growing Chinese, come back, eat the fried food, watch a show on the computer, prepare for other lessons, brush and floss the whites, and fall asleep on the rock hard mattress. What can I write about, he thinks to himself. Then he realized the new has become old. The unusual, usual. The foreign, familiar.
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Glad to hear you are brushing and flossing. Happy Thanksgiving! Are you celebrating somehow?
ReplyDeleteBlue skies, quiet morning, coffee, arranging holiday music for jazz band and choir...
ReplyDeleteGlad for you to have a Kindle as I enjoy mine. I recommend the foundry from the heritage foundation, but you may not be able access in distant lands.
Stay safe and true.