Which Reminds Me

Yes, come to think of it, maybe I should be asking whatever happened to my little sister's friend Lynne, who I almost never think of at all. Usually I only hear scattered ideas of who those people are, not really a clear idea of what that was all about.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that it really is not necessary to marry one's language teacher, just because I learned Spanish well that does not mean that I would need my Spanish teacher in my family tree. And what if I had learned three or four or five languages? I really cannot imagine how a polyglot would manage all of those language teacher relationships. Being bilingual is complicated enough already, although she does slightly remind me of my Spanish teacher, sort of, not really but sort. of.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember in high school Spanish class studying the play by Jacinto Benavente, a Nobel-Prize winning author, which is called "Los Intereses Creados." The characters start by creating their bluffs, their hopes and dreams for the future, and then hope that reality will catch up with them, but whether that happens or not is tenuous and uncertain matter. We must have chemistry for anything to happen, and sometimes you just do not have the right ingredients for that to happen. 

What is this ridiculous question that I forgot to answer?

Which reminds me, speaking of bluffs, that when I was hanging out with Cori and her friends, I learned the utterly useless skill of playing poker, but only for matchsticks, not for anything of value. But if you want to burn your own house down, fine. Go right ahead and do that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine what would be the price for shipping a ton of bricks and/or floor tiles from there to the United States. Those things are heavy, not a lightweight matter to ponder. And anyway, we have bricks here also. There are people who make bricks even here, so probably that is getting too complicated a point to be worth belaboring. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot help but wonder what else don't I know about crazy Kathy, but whatever. It is not my place to say what are the contents of her court records. I really have no way of knowing where she got that Aryan, I only overheard some talk that she considers partly herself of Persian descent maybe, because some of the Persians may have migrated to Italy or Sicily during the various wars of the Middle Ages, so she has that in common with our Persian classmates maybe, who are cousins of the Wilsons to some unknown degree which really is not my problem actually so I really cannot say too much about that.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is always a bit awkward, being mistaken for that vile wicked witch Kathy from high school. Who can know what filthy garbage flows through Kathy's psychotic evil brain, when she sits over there spitting poison in my direction? I just have no idea what you are looking for or why I should care? I just don't care. And who appointed you my jailer? Why do you have to know anything about me? There is nothing all that interesting to say about my miserable high school experience. But I am home in the U,S, and not interested in renewing contact. I already tried that and it just doesn't work. If the Apostle Paul could get away with saying that Cretans are liars, then perhaps my dismissive attitude of these Italians can also be understood.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember Rick, whose stepmother was that horrible Spanish lady, I forget what her name was. But we have to be nice and polite. This is not the time to be explaining that we do not really want their garbage tile flooring money. We will glad to be rid of them later, they are only temporary characters in this scenario of the moment.