May 27, 2000

What's remarkable is that Mary and I so closely speak the same language. That must sound trite coming from the pen of a teacher of Latin, but it's true. Okay, maybe if I write it in Latin it will sound more profound:

Mirum est ut Maria Brusiusque idem lingum dicunt.

Or something like that. Please don't make me look it up.

At any rate, amazing, truly amazing. And I mean is in such a well-defined way. Think about it. Imagine walking around in a foreign land, your head and spirits reeling from your feeble attempts at extracting the slightest morsel of information from the locals. Where is the bathroom? Where does one go to eat in this city? Good food? Is there good food there? How far away is the ocean? Torture.

And then you come across her, sitting comfortably at the central fountain, reading a magazine titled "Movie Madness", or some related attention grabbing nonsense. Is that a good book? Oh, it's a magazine? It's the first time I've heard you laugh. Yes, where are your parents? You're not wearing any parents? Come and sit over here. Ha ha ha! See that parade of tribal horses galloping by? (Boy's gone loco.) Yes, the sun, I really feel that sun, too. Is it too strong for you? Ooh, and what's that aura you're wearing? Your skin, your beautiful, diaphonous skin.

Someone tell me what I've done right all these years to deserve such a visit.

Me, a Catholic school teacher.

Don't mind me. I'm just writing idle things on an idle Saturday.