NOTES from the ALLEY #1
a few thoughts, still steaming
in no particular order…
Every December since we moved to Spain, I say I’m going to start learning Spanish, and every February, I say “Maybe next year.”
In 2020, a really mean Spanish teacher made fun of me, snapped his fingers at me in class, dismissed things I said. He was half my age—I was the oldest of the students by about 15 years—and I choose to suspect he either had Daddy issues, or “Daddy” issues. For all that, I really enjoyed learning Spanish, but then the pandemic locked us down hard so I couldn’t take the next class in the series.
In 2021, I was too busy writing my first novel.
In 2022, I was struggling with some mental health issues; and again this year, though things are (mostly) pretty good, I just don’t feel like I have the emotional bandwidth.
Maybe next year…
pompoms for words
I will sometimes use an asterisk as almost a wink, like when I write something odd or misspell something on purpose, and rather than do the whole notation at the bottom thing, I'll simply trust in the keen intelligence of you, Esteemed Reader, to know what I meant, or know what went missing, and that it wasn't a typo, misnomer or gaffe.
If my little cat winks direct your attention into a blank aether, it's because I have every confidence you have the acuity not to fall in.
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