Mark
spent years --- literally --- teaching me to take weekends off.
I'm finally starting to appreciate them as two days to dream, relax,
visit, overdose on books, and allow myself time to compulsively follow
whims. This weekend, my compulsive whims are twofold.
I've
gotten a bee in my bonnet that I want to be able to speak a bit of
Spanish when we go to Mexico on our cruise this fall. I know its
silly since we'll only have two days on shore and will be in touristy
areas where everyone will probably speak English. But I always
used to dream that I'd be fluent in half a dozen languages, and was
sorely disappointed when four years of high school Spanish didn't even
make me fluent in one. So I checked out Spanish
in 30 Days (book and CD)
from the library and have been enjoying lots of short, concentrated
bouts of studying ever since. My listening comprehension skills
are horrible, which means it's a fun challenge.
My other whim is researching how to build simple and cheap sheds.
Mark and I finally decided that we needed to make him a little Avian
Aqua Miser workshop --- he has been constructing our chicken waterers
outdoors under a tarp. On hot days, he's running with
perspiration and is constantly swatting sweat bees. On cloudy
days, he has to scurry and put boxes under cover before they get
soaked. So we're hoping to build a little 8 by 16 foot shed by
winter to enclose his work space and give him more room to
invent. (And maybe give me a little indoor bathing chamber with
lots of windows....) At the moment, it's only a dream, but that's
what weekends are for, right?
Hey, that's not bad! I'd be pretty happy with that level of comprehension.
Glad to see that my textbook (geared toward Spain rather than Central America) is right about the Spanish obsession with coffee....