Day 62
Saturday
Never having been a 10 year old Spanish child myself, not even in past lives, I rarely have a good feeling on what games will be a hit and what ones will be a miss. Usually I’m off. But I wagered that every child would love to cut out snowflakes. When is snow not enchanting? Finally hit the target. My landlord had asked me to start teaching her children English on Saturday mornings as well as Thursday evenings, which I gladly acquiesced to, willing to do most anything for 15 euro at this stage of great poverty in my life. The minute I opened up my hacked to pieces folded up sheet and revealed the snowflake I had cut, the children were hooked. I couldn’t fold the paper fast enough for them to cut. We made a blizzard of paper snow in the room, taping it to the walls of their playroom, imagining it to be a winter wonderland. As I left, the mother stopped me and said, it’s wonderful that you can come Saturday mornings because today was the first day the cleaning lady was able to clean the house without the kids driving her up the freshly dusted wall. Because the cleaning lady works faster without the kids bothering her, I end up paying her less!! I laughed and nodded thinking, darn it, moms are so much smarter than we give them credit for.
Heading to the grocery store with my freshly pocketed 15 euro I was on a mission to buy us toilet paper before everything closed on Sunday and we were stuck till Monday. As I got in line to check out, wishing for a nap, the man behind me spoke up to the cashier who had begun to ring me up. He said, ‘she’ll pay for all my things.’ The Cashier, confused at first, quickly caught on, and laughed and said, ‘does she know this?” and the old man waved off the question saying, of course of course, she said she wanted to! And I laughed and said, well, whether or not I want to, it looks like you have more than 15 euro worth of food. I’m too young to be buying nice things like you! And then I joked, I think that this men meant to say, HE”D be covering my things. This got the old man chuckling and said, what’s wrong with the youth these days! Not willing to help the elderly.” I grabbed my bag of toilet paper and laughed, waving as I said bye, and he said, next week, next week, maybe you’ll be richer then??
I’m always eagerly anticipating the next way an angel will appear to me…be it in a 5 year old making snowflakes with me or Poppop coming up and teasing me. Hope you all feel my presence because I think about you more often than you know. Sending you my loving energy!
Hmmm. Just last night, we were sitting cutting out snowflakes while watching White Christmas (yup, Bing Crosby) on the boob tube. I don't know how I taught 2nd grade for so many years and still cannot remember how to do the snowflake cutting thing. I know there's a certain way to fold the paper... Our picture window has rectangle flakes, circle flakes, small odd pointy flakes. They're beautiful. So is your story. Here's to the next angel appearing.
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