Well, I guess I'm taking a trip to the doctor after I teach today.
Still swollen.
Still in pain.
I concede.
I was supposed to rest it all day yesterday, but dammit if I didn't go to feed the dogs to find that there was not enough food for the next day.
I had to take a trip to Santiago to buy more.
These are big dogs with big stomaches.
Holy shit! We are going to go broke feeding them.
At THE MOMENT I realized we didn't have enough food, I had someone else come to the door to try to sell us another one.
And damn, he was CUTE!
But, honestly, we can't afford a 7th dog.
Besides, that poor thing probably wouldn't do so good with The Donkey and The Thug.
He's much too frilly and fluffy, and the way The Thug gives a beat down? No. I don't think he'd fare so well.
Not a tough one.
Anyway, no. No more fucking dogs.
So, I invited Housemaid to go with me for the hour and a half drive to the city. I really didn't want to go alone.
If something happened, leaving me hobbling around with a fucked up ankle, I would not be happy.
So, we went, and we talked.
I don't know if you really get it, when I say, "We talked."
As in, we had conversations in Spanish all the way there and back.
I was shocked at myself.
It didn't dawn on me until when I was home later, trying desperately to grab a moment to rest that fucking ankle, when Little Angel's dad came to the door interrupting my opportunity to put my foot up.
He was asking for money.
Dude.
Do you know we have 6 dogs and they go through a jumbo Costco size bag in a week?
No.
We can't give you money.
But as he was speaking, I was understanding him so much better than before.
It's finally happening.
I'm seeing the switch into deciphering what people say.
It is taking me so long to interpret, that I thought I'd never hear words.
I'm hearing!
I'm so grateful for all the work I've done. I'm much slower than others, because I have so much difficulty with my memory, but it's happening.
Did I ever tell you I'm one of 'those' who talks to themselves?
Hey. I make great company. I'm just grateful I have dogs, so that when someone catches me, I can make it sound like I'm talking to the hounds.
Anyway, I spoke to myself IN SPANISH!
That made me giggle.
Well, only 8 more sleeps until Papi does the doggy night shift.
Bastards were up at 2 a.m. last night.
I'm so tired.
I miss my love.
Still swollen.
Still in pain.
I concede.
I was supposed to rest it all day yesterday, but dammit if I didn't go to feed the dogs to find that there was not enough food for the next day.
I had to take a trip to Santiago to buy more.
These are big dogs with big stomaches.
Holy shit! We are going to go broke feeding them.
At THE MOMENT I realized we didn't have enough food, I had someone else come to the door to try to sell us another one.
And damn, he was CUTE!
But, honestly, we can't afford a 7th dog.
Besides, that poor thing probably wouldn't do so good with The Donkey and The Thug.
He's much too frilly and fluffy, and the way The Thug gives a beat down? No. I don't think he'd fare so well.
Not a tough one.
Anyway, no. No more fucking dogs.
So, I invited Housemaid to go with me for the hour and a half drive to the city. I really didn't want to go alone.
If something happened, leaving me hobbling around with a fucked up ankle, I would not be happy.
So, we went, and we talked.
I don't know if you really get it, when I say, "We talked."
As in, we had conversations in Spanish all the way there and back.
I was shocked at myself.
It didn't dawn on me until when I was home later, trying desperately to grab a moment to rest that fucking ankle, when Little Angel's dad came to the door interrupting my opportunity to put my foot up.
He was asking for money.
Dude.
Do you know we have 6 dogs and they go through a jumbo Costco size bag in a week?
No.
We can't give you money.
But as he was speaking, I was understanding him so much better than before.
It's finally happening.
I'm seeing the switch into deciphering what people say.
It is taking me so long to interpret, that I thought I'd never hear words.
I'm hearing!
I'm so grateful for all the work I've done. I'm much slower than others, because I have so much difficulty with my memory, but it's happening.
Did I ever tell you I'm one of 'those' who talks to themselves?
Hey. I make great company. I'm just grateful I have dogs, so that when someone catches me, I can make it sound like I'm talking to the hounds.
Anyway, I spoke to myself IN SPANISH!
That made me giggle.
Well, only 8 more sleeps until Papi does the doggy night shift.
Bastards were up at 2 a.m. last night.
I'm so tired.
I miss my love.
i believe in all of my abilities
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