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Snubbed in Dreams. Gifted in Life
Jan. 23rd, 2020 07:53 amAll night long, I dreamed of being snubbed and abandoned.
First, Stephen had invited me somewhere, but then he ran into Erica and decided to go with her instead. And when I kept furiously saying, But you invited me, he and Erica exchanged Glances as if to say, Boy. Someone’s being terminally un-cool!
Then R was going on a cruise with all her friends except she hadn’t invited me. And when I said, But I’m your friend, too!, she said, Well, yes. But…
Khadija bought me a present! A collection of bath products. Considering Khadija’s financial situation, this was the equivalent of receiving the Hope Diamond.
I was very touched, and even more touched by the note because I know for a fact that she cannot write and, thus, must have gotten one of her kids to write the words out for her.
She is quite the inspiration.
When I think about the petty frustrations and annoyances of my own life and then think about what Khadija has gone through and continues to go through on a daily basis, it is quite tempering.
Yesterday was our last tutoring session.
I won’t miss her as such. We didn’t form the emotional bond I had with my beloved Summer—now back in China and lost forever—or even with Samir, who used to tell me stories of riding his motorcycle through the lost Roman city of Timgad.
But I will think about her from time to time.
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The Dreary, Burdensome Official Matter has been successfully concluded. The damage to my pocketbook isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it might be, and I’m actually proud of the fact that I managed to conduct myself like a grownup instead of piling pillows on my head and chanting La, la la! I’m not listening! I’m not listening! which is generally my inclination when confronted with Dreary, Burdensome Official Matters.
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Else? Max had his (second) surgery. Hopefully, he won’t sprint drunkenly across any San Francisco boulevards again until his Achilles’ tendon is fully healed.
“Will you have time to read?” I asked him hopefully.
“Yes,” he answered glumly.
“Oh, good!” I said. And immediately sent him Sapiens!
I want to send all my friends Sapiens! It is such a great book, so well written, so thought-provoking, even when one disagrees with one of the author’s many speculative premises.
First, Stephen had invited me somewhere, but then he ran into Erica and decided to go with her instead. And when I kept furiously saying, But you invited me, he and Erica exchanged Glances as if to say, Boy. Someone’s being terminally un-cool!
Then R was going on a cruise with all her friends except she hadn’t invited me. And when I said, But I’m your friend, too!, she said, Well, yes. But…
Khadija bought me a present! A collection of bath products. Considering Khadija’s financial situation, this was the equivalent of receiving the Hope Diamond.
I was very touched, and even more touched by the note because I know for a fact that she cannot write and, thus, must have gotten one of her kids to write the words out for her.
She is quite the inspiration.
When I think about the petty frustrations and annoyances of my own life and then think about what Khadija has gone through and continues to go through on a daily basis, it is quite tempering.
Yesterday was our last tutoring session.
I won’t miss her as such. We didn’t form the emotional bond I had with my beloved Summer—now back in China and lost forever—or even with Samir, who used to tell me stories of riding his motorcycle through the lost Roman city of Timgad.
But I will think about her from time to time.
###
The Dreary, Burdensome Official Matter has been successfully concluded. The damage to my pocketbook isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it might be, and I’m actually proud of the fact that I managed to conduct myself like a grownup instead of piling pillows on my head and chanting La, la la! I’m not listening! I’m not listening! which is generally my inclination when confronted with Dreary, Burdensome Official Matters.
###
Else? Max had his (second) surgery. Hopefully, he won’t sprint drunkenly across any San Francisco boulevards again until his Achilles’ tendon is fully healed.
“Will you have time to read?” I asked him hopefully.
“Yes,” he answered glumly.
“Oh, good!” I said. And immediately sent him Sapiens!
I want to send all my friends Sapiens! It is such a great book, so well written, so thought-provoking, even when one disagrees with one of the author’s many speculative premises.
