I've been out of the blog loop for a couple of weeks, mourning Obama's performance in the debate, fighting a persistent flu/cold thing that has even challenged the farmacia, working lots of hours, and getting my computer repaired. The computer is much better -- the mouse pad and cursor weren't in concert, so basically I couldn't do a dang thing unless I had the patience of a zen master. I don't. Luckily, Samantha, a former TEFL student of mine who is now my boss, knew a guy who knew a guy, or something like that, and got my computer functioning again for S/.100 (about $40 U.S.). Worth every penny, although the cursor remains a little free-spirited at times. My illness is slowly getting better, but at least I haven't had to miss work. I try not to call in sick unless I absolutely have to (don't look at "have to" as a dangling preposition; instead, see it as a semi-modal verb). TEFL class and my Peruvian classes continue to sail along. My 5 p.m. kids got a little sick of me at the end of last month, but now we're BFFs again. I love those guys. Great energy, funny, and pretty darn cheerful considering they're listening to me babble vocabulary and grammar, and being made to write the DREADED essays. My 7 p.m. group, the mature ones, are pretty cool as well, but they're coming to my class after working all day. That ain't easy. I assume my TEFL class is probably sick of me, but that's TEFL. We're together 5 hours a day and the grammar wears most of them down, especially when you tack on observations, student teaching, pedagogy, and my annoying personality. Can't help any of that ... that's just how it shakes out.
I'm sad to report that living conditions at Juan's aren't what they used to be. Trash piles up in the hall (unless I take it out). Dishes pile up in the sink (unless I wash them). My neighbors operate at very high volume -- music, loud talking, TV. I wear ear plugs ... really. Juan is in the hospital with pneumonia, and he broke his leg at a bullfight a couple of weeks ago, not that he cares about the conditions downstairs in his house. His daughter is working to keep the place in order and does pretty good, but that's a full-time job. I believe she already has a job. Hopefully, things will settle down and quiet down here, 'cause I love the setting and location. And I really like Juan.
I have to update and/or correct a previous observation about Arequipa. I'm seeing more skirts and shorts on the girls now that's it's spring. Nothing like the U.S., of course, but it's noticeable compared to the last time I was here. Not that I'm looking, or anything. Interesting to note that there's a group of gringos here who all gather at the same "Irish" bar, eat at KFC, Mickey D's, Pizza Hut, and drink Starbucks Coffee. Whatever.
Saw a "crucifixion" in the Plaza de Armas on Saturday. It was re-enactment of course, kind of close to the KFC. Quite a crowd gathered, and people were yelling and cheering and jeering and stuff. Weird. I'll try to post the pictures.
My son Jack is coming here at the end of November. Can't wait!!! Miss all my kids of course. And a shout-out to Ron Whiteside for taking care of my cat. And if the cat isn't with us any more, yet another shout-out to Ron.
And finally, what the hell was up with Obama in the first debate? He
better bring his A game this time. At least Biden came in fired up.
