The return of the Gringa
It's been a while, I know. After my return from SMA in June, I
realized I was complete fried and needed a break from just about
everything. My family and I went to the beach, then we started moving
into a recently acquired cabin situated in a remote location in the
West Virginia mountains.
We were there over the July 4th weekend, cleaning things out and
setting up furniture, and we finally had the telephone installed (the
only technology I'll allow in the cabin--there will be no Internet or
satellite TV). On Saturday evening the phone rang, and I was startled
to hear Lucille (a fascinating woman I recently met in San Miguel) on
the other end. It turns out Lucille is visiting her son who lives in a
similarly remote location in Pennsylvania, and she decided to look me
up. How she found me (recall we just moved in) is another story, but
her call made me realize that I could remain in a persistent mental
vegetative state for many weeks before I actually start to feel ready
to work again, so why not start now?
To be honest, the only reason I can think of is that I still feel like
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