The brudders were back for a visit today. I was glad to see them. And their mama. Those boys make me laugh and their mama makes my heart happy. We had another leftover buffet for lunch. Jessie brought me some of the curry she made last night and it was good. She ate my leftover shrimp and orzo.
We took a little walk down to the post office where we saw our across-the-street neighbors. The man's name is Paul and August noted that Paul rhymes with all while Levon pointed out that it's like Paw Patrol.
I made them pose by the door in the side of the old train station where our post office is although my love for that door has faded tremendously since they painted it brown over the red that it was. Why on earth would they replace a red door with a brown one?
Can I just say that white people tend to be frightened of color? Yes, I know that's a stereotype but in my sixty-seven years on this planet I have found it to be horrifyingly true in most instances. There are a few crazy people of no color (except beige) who do break out of the mold but most of them live by the coast. There is something about the sea that inspires the use of brighter colors, I think. One of the many things I love about Mexico so much is their absolute fearlessness when it comes to painting their houses every color of the rainbow and then some.
Okay. Where was I?
Oh yes. Posing in front of the door at the train station post office.
The brown door.
Again we read a few books. And we also played a game.
It's a teeny-tiny little game that came folded up in The Jolly Postman.
Levon, who was perhaps needing a nap, rolled the die with great and enthusiastic vigor. It rarely landed on the table.
Team Jessie August won one game and Team Levon MerMer won another.
Okay. That wasn't a direct quote. I can't remember the exact address and as far as I know there are no municipal tennis courts in Apalachicola and if there are, I have no idea where they are but what I'm saying is that the speaker in that example is from out of town but he is talking to someone who grew up in Apalachicola.
"Let's hurry so that I can see Paco and pet him at the art gallery on the corner of Eighth Avenue and Market Street!"
Don't bother. Just don't.