Not Thanksgiving

This post will be slightly experimental, I will not have a chronological series of stories, instead whatever happened over the last week, whenever I think of it.

One of the local churches, every Thanksgiving Eve, passes out a food box and a turkey to whoever signs up for one ahead of time. The day of the event was rainy and cold, and I really thought that it would be awful. Most of the time was cold and gray, but not rainy. After about two hours, the sun started break through the clouds, and was beautiful. Imagine dirt sitting in the bottom of a bathtub, then pouring water into the tub. Then make the water red, orange, purple, and white. That was what the sky looked like. I wanted to just stand there taking it in.

Right now, sitting on the bus, there are four ladies sitting next to me, speaking what sounds like Frenglish, but I'm not sure. I love language, and hear languages mixing and overlapping is beautiful to me. One of the best parts of working at the MBA is seeing all the different people, not just ethicnically different, but different personalities and attidtudes. That is why I would rather work with the people than the animals.

Dance is going well, but putting the steps together can be hard for me. So many things happening, and keeping them in order is tricky for me. I feel much better about learning what things are SUPPOSED TO look like. If I can understand the hoped-for results, I can do much better making that happen. I think of all the things I will get out of this, the longest lasting will be a better ear for music; I can listen to the music and actually know where I am supposed to be, and what is happening. Eventually this will spread to any kind of music, I can listen and HEAR the music.

That's pretty much it for me.
Have a great week, thanks for reading.
More later.