Fishing

November 14, 2012

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“Go Fish” was the highlight of the day. Taught Marquinhos how to play the card game and we only shared about a dozen sets before I cried “Uncle!” Once he began to cheat, I was done. Little Stinker!

Robert Louis Stevenson was bedridden with illness much of his adult life. If he could produce novels like Treasure Island prone…I can at least make an attempt to eek out a few solicitous words, eh?

Friends and family have suggested they are interested in mailing out care packages. Unfortunately, due to the circumstances here, I am discouraging everyone from doing just that. It is just not a high priority for the farm couple to inquire after my boxes at the post office in the city. I do so appreciate everyone thinking of me and my needs yet it is impossible for me to control this aspect of my life. When I am able to receive packages or letters, I will let you know. The best option would be my close friends in either Sao Paulo or Florianopolis at a future date. I will keep you abreast of my travel plans.

A galinha was slaughtered this morning. Reinforces the fact that I do not like chicken! I won’t go into the gory details for those of you who do partake in meat products. 

With Ana and Dario careening through town while delivering produce to quite an extensive list of clientele this afternoon (since tomorrow is a holiday) I am decidedly catching up on breaking news on the CNN channel.

English class with Cristine and her sister, Camila earlier in the day proved to be  uneventful. The latter has had a full two years of English language class in public school yet could hardly pronounce the alphabet. I felt inspired by the simple fact that within an hour, she was decidedly more comfortable with “a” through “g” and had a warm smile on her face.

It is another chilly night so I have three layers on top and socks with Croc sandals (gulp!) on my mismatched feet.

Perhaps chickenless soup for dinner tonight?

Ta ta for now!