I took this afternoon off work so I could get my teeth drilled (sadly, I am no longer a member of the Cavity-Free Kids Club) and since I was just sitting here waiting for dinner to cook and the kids to finish school so I could grade them, I had this great idea that I should blog something.
I really want to write a blog post about learning language. Preferably in Spanish, since I am getting so good at it I am even impressing myself. But no point in doing that since most of my friends wouldn't be able to read it. Maybe someday when I'm feeling a bit more ambition I'll do the bilingual thing--write a paragraph in Spanish, and then translate it to English. But then I'd have to do it in Word and then copy in paste, because I don't have accent marks on my keyboard. But yeah, I'm just so excited about how far I've come in the past year since I graduated from college. I feel like in school, I learned how to put my shoes on and tie them, and this year I've learned to run.
Our cat is pregnant, by the way. We banished her to being an outside cat because we don't want to risk fleas when we are trying to sell the house. She's been hanging with the neighbor cat, who now eats her cat food, and they've invited a raccoon over to share the bounty. Our cat obviously makes poor choices in a mate.
Anyway, back to language. All I want to say is that if you want to really learn a language, I advise two things: Listen and read. I have been listening to sermons as often as possible in Spanish, and in just a few months I have gone from barely picking up a word or two to understanding casi todo (that's "almost everything") that I hear. At least in a sermon. My extensive biblical vocab helps a lot, because I've been reading the Bible exclusively in Spanish for the last year and a half. For someone like me, raised in church, this has made reading the Bible much more interesting. I am the type that reads a book once and then never reads it again, so the Bible...well, I've read it. It's hard to get interested in reading something I've read and heard preached on so often I could do it myself. But this way, in another language, is muy interesante! (That's "very interesting," for my monolingual amigos out there)
Oh, and Jay is moving out Sunday, moving to Indiana to work for my parents. He's all grown up. He was seven when I started this blog. Seven! Can you believe it? He's eighteen. It's true what they say about them growing up so fast. I didn't used to believe it. And Joy just got her first job, working in the convent that Jay was working at. And Sarah is in Driver's Ed. Remember when she used to be afraid of the cat walking down the street in the opposite direction when we lived in Missouri? Remember little Abby, who didn't know the words to say she'd had enough sleep, so she would tell me she was full? She's going to be 14 in a couple of weeks. I remember when I couldn't wait to have teenagers. I will have five by the end of the year. Rachel, who was just a baby when I started this blog is taller than me now, and Timothy, who wasn't even born yet, is ten!
The timer went off on the oven. Excuse me un momento.
You should be very jealous of the food I just made. If I was the type to do so, I would take a picture and post it on Facebook.
I should mention that I am not on any sort of mind-altering drugs from the dentist. I am writing in this disjointed manner because I want to and it's my blog and I can do with it what I want. Y, es lo que quiero.
