Which Reminds Me

I thought I had already explained this enough already. There is really nothing interesting to tell. We organized a hiking expedition. I had enjoyed it so much the previous time having gone with a group from Bill Bright's Christian organization and had talked about that so I think it was my mother who organized another expedition to share the experience with others also. And we invited Max along because he was my Sunday School teacher at church and maybe I am guessing my parents thought we needed an older, more mature native guide along so that we would not be just some white children out there on the mountainside all alone. So then just to be conversational I mentioned how beautiful the mountain view was from this angle, halfway up the trail, on such a sunshiny day at least at the moment. So then later, after we got back home, John Bueno called my mother to tell her that I should be confronted about my use of obscene words, and then my mother came and told me what I had said and I remember I was standing at the door of my bedroom and saying something like, "Oops!" because I just thought I was sort of like commenting on the weather, like what a lovely day, sort of. But given that Spanish is not my first language anyway, in addition to not having any notion of these unique Chilean slang terms, well, these language mistakes happen all the time. So that was embarrassing but whatever. So hopefully these people would graciously not ask me to embarrass myself by having to explain my mistake when I was not even sure how exactly that happened anyway. My mind just goes blank on this point. Nothing but mountain views come to my mind. So it is a bit weird that Max went out and used that to pump himself up into some Dutch monstrosity. I wasn't going to say anything about him, but this whole thing has gotten so ridiculous. It just wasn't that important.

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Yes, that was lame, trying to throw me to Massachusetts, as if. I actually have no connection whatever to Cape Cod and New England generally, only read about it in the newspapers and magazines like everyone else. I cannot imagine who they were thinking of, certainly not me.

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Yes, it seems that dumb blonde jokes have fallen out of fashion along with those jokes about how many Pollacks it takes to screw in a light bulb. In high school, "Uncle" Roy regaled us all with a boatload of this type of humor, himself being a Pollack so for that reasons perhaps feeling himself allowed to repeat that stuff everywhere, unlike us. Even so, we were required to laugh at these jokes no matter what they were about, even if streakers were involved somehow, don't ask. So if I did express some protest when Terry called me his "red heifer," which I did, I would just be considered such a poor sport. Not to overdo the protest, I will just not be there later to figure out what that meant. Ask him yourself.

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Yes, that was a funny note that someone left in the science textbook. Maybe it was Jody Houk who left a note there and encouraged the next textbook holder to continue the tradition of writing in the textbook something about the previous holder of it. I showed it to Sammy and he also thought it was funny. A few months later Sammy asked, before he left, if I was going to do that and he seemed disappointed when I said no because I really didn't know what else to say that could be funnier than that and also when I try to be funny usually it just doesn't work for me. So I think maybe Sammy was disappointed that I did not do more of that but anyway it was only a science textbook.

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I don't remember our fellow missionaries in El Salvador, the Stewarts, ever mentioning to us their family connection to the Walker missionaries of Peru. I am not sure when or how that happened nor am I able to understand why I should care, nor why the MKs of South America got so riled up as to react by throwing me to Brazil, as if that would solve anything.

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Several years ago I received a message from Carole Hultgren (MK-Brazil) saying that she was throwing me to Brazil, to somehow replace her there, because I once briefly worked for her Dad at one job I had for two years, while she was chosen to mother and raise Nathan's children. In case Brazil did not get my message, I am not interested in getting myself thrown to Brazil. It is hard me to understand but a word here and there of Portuguese, much less why I should care about Brazil when there are nearly 200 other countries of the world, all with their unique problems and financial needs that need my attention, as if I could stretch myself that far. I have not much connection to Brazil nor any idea why I should care. I leave the job of caring for Brazil's orphans to that fat and ugly benefactress Sharon, who does speak Portuguese and is as self-centered as any Brazilian could be, as if Brazil were the center of the universe. Nor do I care in the least about Carole, who later shared Nathan's time in jail on charges of illegally obtaining drugs, not that I would have mentioned this if she weren't so eager to spit in my face.

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Yes, it is hard for me to understand why these nasty rich people are always screaming at me, as if there were some reason to be jealous of their rotten attitudes. I couldn't care less about those snarky rich people who are so full of themselves. Yes, I suppose it would be fun to play the role of Santa Claus, if only I had millions of dollars on hand to dole out for the funding of orphanages and clinics and so forth. In such a scenario, with money bags bulging, I am sure that I would have friends and defenders all over the place. However, when I am not even able to pay my own way independent of my parents, obviously the role of benefactress is not something that I am able to contemplate. And even if I did imagine that, it might not mean very much. It might mean, as for some people I know, such as Susie and Sammy and Sharon, that my father had died young and I was collecting life insurance payments and Social Security or pension monies to supplement any salary that I might earn. So is that lucky? Only for the beneficiaries. That actually means nothing to me. This conversation is irrelevant.