I fell a bit disconnected from the World's Celebrations of the Olympics. They are only shown here on local television between the hours of 1 AM and following. It's been difficult to watch, obviously. Although I did see a bit of Fernando Gonzalez' semifinal match. I have actually seen the winning moment maybe 30 times!
A few of you heard me tell you that they say here in Chile that it is so cold here in the winter months of June, July, and August, that if Grandma survives through August, she will live another whole year! It seems the worst of the cold is now over, and there is a tree on my street that is now blossoming and gives a captivating aroma as I walk home each day.
During these months last year, I wasn't here, so I was preparing for the worst. Yes, my electricity and gas bills have gone up, but it was worth it. I have grown to love down feathers! I have had a lot of tea to drink, and have learned how to blowdry my bed before getting in it at night. There are currently four blankets on my bed, one of which is folded to double itself. I am so grateful I have not been cold.
So, I was going to try not to mention that I hadn't blogged in awhile, but, if you're reading this, you know it, and you can tell by the way I have no rhyme or reason to what I write. That's the gracia of a week of late nights, and now, a leisurely stormy morning to stay in bed with a cup of coffee and a bowl of Quadritos with Vanilla yogurt.
