hope

There are things about Will that bemuse me. This apologising thing - yes, I understand, I do, in Mexico, we are taught to say please, excuse me, thank you, so on and so forth, it's a social lubricant, politeness, but apologising in your sleep is a whole other business - for starters. But I love all of them. I love him. I like that I know who he is, and that things may throw me, but they are looked at from a perspective of love, trust, and understanding.

And the hope. You know he is happy, you know he's creative, he can tell stories like no one else - except perhaps other members of his family, or that's what he says and I believe him -, and you know about the avocado pits. And the lemon seeds. And green stuff.

He's been trying to grow an avocado, he's been trying to grow a lemon tree. It hasn't quite worked out how he would want it to. But he continues trying. He has hope. I love him for that.

The kids have been here since Tuesday. No socks have been lost yet and all seems to be running smoothly. Of course, during this time, we've found out that Danny cannot dice a tomato to save her life - she's never had to - and that when the hem in her uniform goes, she tapes it - with masking tape, because apparently it lasts longer than most other kinds -. She was going to have the maid do it, but I've taught her how. She did half of it and gave up. Argh.

Oh, and this made me really sad today. If this is what's happening in America - the world? - then what can we expect in Mexico?

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[(S)wine]

can you believe i actually worked for this bozo for 6 years?

[Helly]

I tape my hems too, until I can get the garment to my mom for a proper fix. I've tried, but it just doesn't work for me. I find comfort in that at least I know my own limitations. :-)