Sunday, July 12, 2009
WIHTWH: Our guards
We've been taking leave, bidding farewell, saying our goodbyes. When it's not past midnight on our last night of "good sleep" I'll download and let you listen to the very sweet poem Gabriel wrote for us. For now, here's just a few lines from the middle. It's really very sweet, and makes me laugh too.
And our Madam we really happy with her
She used to tell us stories about America
and even American soup is not strange to us.
Ho They have gone.
Also, this overheard through the kitchen windows:
Michael (who is engaged to be married in a month): "I consider God has done good things in my life because of knowing you. I thank God for you... (unintelligible)...
Andy: "You will remember me on your wedding night?!?"
M: "Yes, I will remember you on my wedding night."
A: (uncomfortable) "heh heh"
About last night I got really really really excited to come back to the land of plenty. Libraries. Bookstores. Cheese. Ice cream. Almonds. Mexican food. No gates, guards, "staff," or panic buttons screwed into the bed frame. Instead, new socks, big counters, my bright round Pyrex mixing bowls. Some new threads, some new music, some new toys. Fast internet. Purple mountain majesties, amber waves of grain, alabaster cities.