Lately I've been working on an impossible task. It's one of those times when I have no idea what I'm doing and everything I read on the internet contradicts itself. So this means I have to try every method I know of to accomplish the task and I get to accomplish failing miserably about a zillion times. But I'm no quitter. This task will happen somehow and I will know a lot about the subject when I get done.
Sorry to be vague, but I will post more details later... like when I stop failing and start succeeding.
Guys. Do you think I have the personality of a brick wall? Am I boring? I'm analyzing what's wrong with me. SOMETHING is wrong with me. I'm sure. I'd love to fix it. If I could figure out what the problem is I'd be able to make a plan of how I could get better.
I have the annoying problem of being interrupted or cut off in the middle of a conversation. This happens all the time here. I mean it. All the time. Tonight I was telling some ladies about how the pool here gave my kids the flu and how I don't like one particular life guard who wasted two weeks of swim lessons for my kids last year by not teaching them anything and playing around with his co-teacher the whole time during lessons. But I didn't get to say any of that. I was cut off. I tried to tell my story three times and got interrupted or talked over every single time.
This really makes me want to cry. I feel unliked. I feel like I must be super boring if no one wants to hear what I have to say. It would be one thing if it was the first time it happened. But this happens all the time! Is it because I'm not animated enough? Maybe I should talk louder?
I've tried really hard to be upbeat about things here. I love it here, I love these women, but I just wish they'd give me a chance and love me too. You know, make a little room for me too.
Feeling down tonight.
A few days ago we were out for a walk, my kids and I, and saw this car up ahead of us going really slow and weaving in and out of the ditch bank while the driver hung out the window as if he was searching for something. Occasionally he would get out and pick something up, only to get right back in the car and continue doing the same strange activity.
We approached the car and I saw it was my somewhat scary, womanizing neighbor, Leo. I asked him what he was doing. He can be hard to understand because not only is english not his first language, but he is almost always under the heavy influence of alcohol. Leo said a few things, motioning at the ground, and I just nodded while walking past, scooting the kids along. But then he bent down and picked something up, and that's when I recognized asparagus.
He was motioning up and down the bank, and I understood. He was picking wild asparagus. He told me he picked it all summer on this road. By the way, the alcohol smell was strong on the wind, so I smiled and thanked him and continued on our walk, filing the information I had just received into my head.
Last night I decided it was time we try this fun game of asparagus hunting. We went to the same spot as Leo. We hunted and hunted. We found 6 stalks. Then another neighbor drove by and stopped. We chatted for a minute and then he leaned out the window and said "see that gravel road up there that leads to my house? Go down that road. You'll find a lot of asparagus there."
So we walked down the gravel road and at first we found nothing. Suddenly the mother load of asparagus appeared before us. It stretched clear down the road for a mile to the farmer's house. Amazing! We picked until the sun went down, which was about 10 minutes.
Now we have a new hobby.
