December 4, 2012
A Five Star Hotel sans
fluffy robe, labeled slippers and service bar! Oh I could eek out a complaint
or two but it would make me look petty and miserable. Who needs that during the
holiday season?
Flurried substantive lunch
preparations commence the moment breakfast dishes are cleared. It is the main
meal of the day and nearly always includes dishes of fluffy white rice and
thick brown pinto beans. Liquid bubbles in the shiny pots on the stove while
the empregada and baba argue about who knows what about a doll the maid forgot
to give to the kids before they left for school, a hollow plastic fake Barbie
Yasmin borrowed from one of her classmates who cried since her friend failed to
return it this morning…lunch wasn’t ready yesterday is added to the complaints
and raised voices. Oh boy! In the meantime, fish fry and time passes.
Searching for the next
exchanting project, interesting program, intriguing job, non-rigorous volunteer
post, teaching position, enthralling thing to do. Feelers out here there and
everywhere. Have crutch, will travel!
Less than three weeks and
Santa comes to town. Began generating cheery Christmas letters, taking a break
now and again to slurp black coffee with globs of sugar to shake myself out of
doom and gloom sensations that bark at the far reaches of my pea brain. Merry
Christmas sentiments can hardly contain grievances of tedium, boredom of the
monotony of the good life groundhog day! Having a brief conversation with the
porteiro (inexpressive man at the gate) while I unload my numerous envelopes
sufficiently folded, glued and double-taped for extra sensitive material
measures is the highlight of my day. Other than laboring over a paragraph or
two of my short stories of which I have not a clue what direction either of
them is going.
A guest arrived at 10:30pm
the other night. Her light sing-song voice trailed around the sharp corner and
down the long furry carpeted hall. Michel responded in a calm, sensible and
confident voice so I assumed it was a business transaction. Not anything nearly
as interesting as contraband! Shoot.
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