Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember in fifth grade, feeling surprised and happy that I was invited to Francesca's birthday party. I remember arriving at the large house in the more affluent part of town, and I do not know why I do not remember much else about the party, except that I had to leave early because my Mom had arrived to get me, and as I was leaving, maybe that was Pat Whitaker who said that I should take one of those gift boxes on a certain table, because she said that everyone gets one of those party gifts, so I did whatever Pat said, although it seemed weird and awkward, and come to think of it, why is Pat running the show at someone else's party at someone else's house, and then I just look like an idiot. But whatever. I did whatever they told me to do. 

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Yes, that was sort of annoying, how that gives the mistaken and erroneous impression that I ever cared about the opinions of lowlife skunk Loren Wyrick. Only because probably his mother painted the sky with various commentaries, do I never cease to hear online some gibberish from his simple-minded thought patterns of a dull and boring garden-variety humanoid policeman, entirely lacking in any other personality traits.  

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Yes, what is this ridiculous question that you are trying to compel me to answer? When? When what? What about never? Probably it would be better to never use that word in conversation because, although you may see these definitions clearly spelled out in the dictionary, there is also the problem of the Chilean virus that has had many years to extend itself from its original 19th century roots. You cannot really know whether you are talking to a Chilean who is infected with that or not, or possibly some persons from other countries also may be infected. So for now, there are other ways to say that. 

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Yes, maybe you could ask them whether and/or how they are related to Napoleon. They would not want to tell me anything, but you might be able to figure out something about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be just impossible for me to 'keep up with the Jones's,' as the saying goes. Not that I ever cared so much about that, Only recently did I notice that Mary Lasley's mother's maid name was Jones. Oh, I did not know that. I just thought it was ridiculous, the way she is trying to set herself up as a goddess. Absurd. As if we did not notice her crawling out of windows, as noted in the diaries. I have to leave them to their own devices, because anyway, I am not eligible to compete at that level. Time is against me now, there is no money here to do ridiculous game things, so I only want to exit the planet having cleared my slate and resolved the dangling equations, because anyway, it is too late for me to do much more than that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is true that I never did read that book, "El Sombrero de Tres Picos." I did read something about the book, and it did not sound very appealing. Sometimes Spanish humor can be very low, and it could be laborious to wade through that. 

Although it is somewhat helpful to note that this word has several definitions, at this point I cannot switch midstream to another definition than the one I start with. I started with mountain peak and that is what I will have to go with. I cannot now switch to another language such as Portuguese, which does not have the same definitions listings. I have never been to Chile so I cannot speak for why they insist on imposing their street language on clueless persons such as myself. 

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Yes, it is probably just as well that the more recently updated dictionaries of Spanish-English now include a note of the existence of the Chilean slang version, because years ago there was no way to learn that. You would look in the dictionary of 40 or 50 years ago and the meanings would include a bird's beak, mountain peak, pickaxe mining tool and corner. 

Which reminds me that during the year that I was at Evangel, some of us were invited to a gathering at the home of an elderly missionary couple who had lived in Central America, I am forgetting their names at the moment, and in their front room prominently displayed was a book by the title of "El Sombrero de Tres Picos," which means the Tri-cornered Hat. That was something that I definitely noticed. I don't know, maybe they understood something about that.