Firstly I want to acknowledge those of you in and around New York and your
families and friends. What an incredible ordeal. My heart and spirit are with
you all. Know you have the courage and conviction, strength and endurance to
overcome this tragedy.
Men in Jeans arrived in time to stave off the gloom of
boredom. McFab swooped in on my ankle and after unwrapping it, declared he
would leave the bandage off and let the wounds air out. McFabulous confessed he
wants to learn how to play the guitar. Keeps picking up the one leaning against
the wall in the livingroom. It is very beat-up, taped together at the seams
from the humidity and mistreatment. Right Hand Man plays well, McFab
interjects, and performs at the church on Sundays. I would love to hear this quiet
peaceful man sing and strum.
Torrential rain hit last night. Had to wait to watch the
Southern Cup tournament at 10pm. I missed a lot of the novella since departing
from the hospital but got to see the episode last night since Dario fell asleep
on the chair in front of the tv. He was shirking his remote surfing duties. It
was a tremendous game since Sao Paulo beat Argentina 2 to 0 in Chile.
Per usual, I tend to gravitate towards the elders of the
group. Despite the fact that they may be nearly incomprehensible, I find them patient
and much more willing to listen to me babble and interview them about their
lives. They are happy to tell me about how much their homes cost, what a burden
the price of utilites and housekeeping. Maids run R$30 per day in this area.
Luciana sweeps and mops all of the floors, including the verandah that swings halfway
around the house. She scours the bathrooms (3) and dusts, wipes down the
kitchen and vacuums. She is here about four to five hours per time and comes
twice a week.
Dreary rainy day…soon the Men in Jeans will show up! Can’t
wait to show off my scabbed ankle-sad to say this could be the highlight of my
day.
Am I acting rationally or am I just fooling myself?
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