Hello, People!
As some of you know, the ancestor weekend I went to San Vito de Coto Brus, the family celebration of the maternal branch of my blood. And, like most of the time I speak of my RL in these parts, and as you can see in the title, those experiences come Anecdotes. Here they are!
Faucet screaming
In the house where we hospedamwhere you have a faucet, was another to accompany him. Bathroom sink (which was within the pool) accompanied the shower. In the kitchen, also two, one with completely pure water and another not so (I never knew distinguish them) and stack next to the washer.
In the latter, there was one that when you opened it sounded like a squeak coming from the pipes, a lament that was not going to be closed, which made me think that we have only 0.001% of water on the planet for subsistence and that when I wore contact lenses, much of that water was wasted, that the gRIFO shouting and scolding me was asking for all mankind and misuse of natural resources.
... Or you should look for a plumber to see what was wrong with the pipe.
Stories ... always stories
As always when I go anywhere and although Most of the time not in use at San Vito de Coto Brus were to give, in a bag that I also used toalia, "something to read and something to write." In this case, two books and five mini-books pa `poor, or the books of the nation that is 80 pages, almost always, stories.
On the bus, half asleep by the effect of anti-nausea pill, I finished reading one of those tales of Ivan Efremov and told my brother who was next to me : these stories are strange, or foreign chose. The vast majority of it is going in the description of the journey and when they finally believe that history began ... Ugh! Ends.
The other four & LDQuo; books "were two short novels. One was " Tirano Banderas" of Ramon del Valle-Inclán, not finished reading it is written and English in the mid-nineteenth and though be understood essentially (and I liked the satire in it), the process was so cumbersome that I gave up. Then there was another short story in two books of the Nation, " Journal of the Plague Year" Defoe that looked better written, but come on! Read "Pest? And I left for later, start writing the list of Christmas gifts that LLEGo there. I ended up with one and a half written, I have not gone to the computer but at some point will be.
On the other hand, will tell the story of the book of Dune: One night my brother came home and said: "Esciam!" I bring a gift! "And pulled out a paperback book, thick with a very interesting cover the great word title DUNE. And I: "¡¡¡¡ Wiiii !!!!" (Well, I did not say, but you know how I behaved maso least). But even in my right mind, I asked: "Qui & eacute n lent it or what? "and he told me what it was: A friend and my brother had gambled that he read that book, while his friend, looked two animésy read manga. To which I replied, having already seen how much was the book, the chapters as they were and had the scripts page (Yes, I'm obsessed, what?), "I will not help to cheat, I will not tell what goes "And he just said with a parody of his real disappointment:" Aaaaah! ".
I readin four days and was good reading, it reminded Clio Tales "Mobile" and "Making a Difference", and that universe, making more of the story.
however, will wonder what has to do with this book Dune. For you see, my brother took him to Coto Brus, but the trip gave him some insight as a moment and said: I use these days to think. And he did. Two days left to sleep alone in a nearby house and not even looked at his cell. He returned with four thoughts to Facebook and read any piece of Dune. CHT
MLXCStill, that's not the point of the book. I will say that I'm being antisocial, I was writing in a room while doing the family reunion (are not people who know much, many people and although I can talk to family, I'd rather not do it all time). When my mother called to tell me that someone had asked if he could borrow the book. In short: I was talking for about two hours with one of my second cousins whose name I forget (or knew as he spoke with her), a bit of everything ... a girl really interesting and intelligent. And thanks to her I know most of SilmariënLlion! (She was 14 and was read almost all the lord of the rings, I'm a heretic!).
When I was back, all the way, my muse made me aware of a story I do with a girl on internet of the Greek gods, and wanted to force the girls to read ... LJ
life cycle
Where we stayed was living at that time, my grandfather. He is a is & ntilde, or very lucid but with impaired vitality of little more than 90 years. See the care that should be kept with him made me think of old age and as she turns to need care, whereas before it was he who looked after.
A story of aunt made me think how is it possible that death, something so transcendent, it can be ... dirty, think about the funeral, the burial, family members those killed who were not in life but want to profit from death? No, it's so unfair that the absence of a person to become part of something from everyday life, it is understood that it is, but certainly way is outrageous and can be reduced that way.
However, when the exchange of gifts, I saw my aunt go to the table with food to get some cool and then mourn in the arms of another of my aunts had to say people that she touched him the gift to a guy who was dead for about two months. The way the pain was around for all people, as tears fell and there was a disturbing silence, which to me, he hardly knew the guy gave me to feel this pain, I felt what my aunt would give a mass, not a thing, but somethingcould do with that pain. Also, when a cousin said it was not true that he was the first of the family to die, but his father had died, I saw more than knowing that the pain is not indeed minimized.
And the widow gave the gift to a girl who, even with tears in his eyes, also gave his gift ... and joy returned to the family.
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And that's
all people! I hope you interested in something, bye!
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