The Outage has been over for almost a week, but I am so far behind with all of the other projects that it doesn't feel like things have slowed down at all.
Since D2 and her kids left the house has been pretty quiet. Annie went to choir last night and I went to spend an hour at and Eagle Scout Project. Tonight we have 'Daily Dose' and will be teaching English as a 2nd language. Tomorrow will be our day without any appointments that I know about, and then the weekend.
There is plenty of work around the yard. I still have wood to pick up and stack, and branches to snap and chop into kindling - before I mow the back yard. I have four short rows of peas in and also that much spinach, and all eight rows are up and growing. But that is just a bare start. There is a lot of garden left to plant and it hasn't even been plowed yet.
But I am content. Possibly that contentment springs from exhaustion, but mostly I think it is from Spring. It's a new year, it is full of promise. Our friends the hummingbirds are back, zooming in and out of the yard like CIA spy drones.... or maybe like animated jewels. Both descriptions fit. I call them 'friends' but it is more of a mutual parasitic relationship. We give them colored sugar water on a regular basis and they entertain us with their awesome acrobatics. They seem content with the deal as they keep coming back.
I guess that is about all for today. Daily Dose was OK. We talked about computers. This is the 1st half of the Intermediate section, and things are getting fairly hard. It is kind of funny. You speak English all the time and don't think anything about it.... then you start to teach it, and you realise that the way we speak is not very clear, consistent, or actually correct. You can start to hear the Latin base words in English and the make more sense than some of the ones that we use a lot. Sometimes the Spanish word just has a different connotation than the English word. For instance: damned in English always had a connotation of rebellious and hate filled spirits closely aligned with Satan. In Spanish the word is perdido, or lost. It reminds me of Robert Jordan's 'Wheel of Time' series where the powerful evil guys were refered to as 'The Forsaken' by normal people, but they called themselves 'The Chosen'.
Enough rambling. Sleep well and wake.