Ulysses
Ulysses, Kansas is somehow completely the opposite of Oberlin, Ohio, for me, despite their obvious similarities (population, single movie theatre, entirely runable in a short period of time). The only things to do are those you bring with you. Family, books, music. A new Schumann collection & an Urtext Don Giovanni. My running shoes. Talking to Bob, Neicee, Toots, Cort, Haley, Craig, my dad.
I went to the Spanish (or Mexican, according to Grama Neicee {'nee-see}) mass at the Catholic church yesterday. It was full of families & babies. Half the men were wearing polo shirts and jeans and brown shoes, and the other half were wearing button-down shirts, Wranglers, & coordinating boots & belts. Some belts/boots were outlandish colors (bright blue! yellow!), but more often they were shades of brown. But all were in lovely condition, quite clearly the good Sunday boots/belts. The men were masculine, holding babies & disciplining rowdy kids. The women had long hair, and held the smallest babies. The kids were all dressed up, but not quite put together. They were kids despite their nice clothing -- nothing like the mini-adult clothing you'll see on little kids in different communities (the city?). The music was ridiculous, Spanish, sometimes in tune, but mostly not, and great. I've been to enough masses to make it through without a language I understand, although I did catch when the preist said "Fear Factor" in his homily & a few moments later the church giggled. Spanish was definitely his second language, but he seemed to have a pretty good handle on it.
I went running this morning & now my calves are a little bit sore. This place is perfect for a run, save the wind that naturally accompanies the warm weather (something about micro-waves or something w/the flat terrian = windy weather; my dad explained it, but I didn't retain the information). It is so flat & the barking dogs every few houses keeps me entertained. About 3 blocks from my grama's house, 2 small puppies with dirty ears came out of nowhere & jumped around me, barking little puppy barks. I don't know to whom they belong, or where they were going, but they followed me for about a block. After I stopped looking at them (a challenge), they lost interest in me & headed back to somewhere.
I'm going to try to stop using the passive voice. I don't understand how I went to a quality college-prep highschool without having had the passive voice beaten out of me.
They are playing the recording of my senior recital from Interlochen. This is distracting. Oh, Debiles, how sorry I am.
I went to the Spanish (or Mexican, according to Grama Neicee {'nee-see}) mass at the Catholic church yesterday. It was full of families & babies. Half the men were wearing polo shirts and jeans and brown shoes, and the other half were wearing button-down shirts, Wranglers, & coordinating boots & belts. Some belts/boots were outlandish colors (bright blue! yellow!), but more often they were shades of brown. But all were in lovely condition, quite clearly the good Sunday boots/belts. The men were masculine, holding babies & disciplining rowdy kids. The women had long hair, and held the smallest babies. The kids were all dressed up, but not quite put together. They were kids despite their nice clothing -- nothing like the mini-adult clothing you'll see on little kids in different communities (the city?). The music was ridiculous, Spanish, sometimes in tune, but mostly not, and great. I've been to enough masses to make it through without a language I understand, although I did catch when the preist said "Fear Factor" in his homily & a few moments later the church giggled. Spanish was definitely his second language, but he seemed to have a pretty good handle on it.
I went running this morning & now my calves are a little bit sore. This place is perfect for a run, save the wind that naturally accompanies the warm weather (something about micro-waves or something w/the flat terrian = windy weather; my dad explained it, but I didn't retain the information). It is so flat & the barking dogs every few houses keeps me entertained. About 3 blocks from my grama's house, 2 small puppies with dirty ears came out of nowhere & jumped around me, barking little puppy barks. I don't know to whom they belong, or where they were going, but they followed me for about a block. After I stopped looking at them (a challenge), they lost interest in me & headed back to somewhere.
I'm going to try to stop using the passive voice. I don't understand how I went to a quality college-prep highschool without having had the passive voice beaten out of me.
They are playing the recording of my senior recital from Interlochen. This is distracting. Oh, Debiles, how sorry I am.
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