It was so beautiful that it looked fake, impossible. As if it was all a show for my benefit. Don't look for the man behind the curtain. You might see him. Or there may be nothing but howling wind and void. Still... today was a beauty that no artist would dare put in a painting for fear of being called "too symmetrical" and "unnatural".
Last night was sad songs and missing people I love. Yesterday was funny- looking for some "yellow vipers" that "jumped right over my head" in a storage area. Snakes in that storage area? If I was a snake I'd hide out there. I was more skeptical of the jumping story. On the other hand, I've seen an ostrich in a sweater around here, so who am I to judge?
I evidently got an offer so ribald and improper that my translator refused to translate, just turned bright pink and stumbled all over himself. I need a new translator if I'm missing out on the funny stuff.
And, adding to the list of frisbee and skipping rocks, I may have introduced another pastime to the region- shooting rubberbands. Strange to meet a man who has worked in an office most of his adult life and had not only never shot a rubberband but never seen it done. I wonder what is missing in my home environment that would be just as obvious to him if the roles were reversed and he was the stranger.