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Wednesday, April 27, 2005 Oops. Once again I did not realize so many days had slipped by since the last time I did the cyber version of scribble down a bunch of thoughts. Life's picked up momentum, time/focus have been at a premium. (And to those few errant souls who have sent email and await a response, it's likely that no response will be forthcoming for quite a while, for which I offer groveling apologies. I am simply not a reliable penpal right now. In the words of the immortal George Costanza, it's not you, it's me.) With the DELE exam looming directly ahead (14 days and counting), I've attempted to get serious about studies, increasing time spent around Spanish folks, a state of affairs that, strangely, has resulted in loads more social hooha, me blabbering my version of their language at every opportunity. (My version of their language: a limited, at times comical, affair that seems to be creeping slowly in the direction of vaguely resembling the real thing.) Those who put up with me are mostly kind, patient, generous, for which I am sincerely grateful. It is at times difficult to be in work/study mode while the local weather veers spectacularly toward summer. This neighborhood -- a magnet for people looking to party and therefore active in the grayest, coldest times -- has gotten way rowdy in recent days, the plaza down the street crowded with folks hanging out and buskers of various stripes stopping by to play a number, pick up a few bucks. There are those moments when they're fortunate this flat didn't come equipped with a rocket launcher or two -- at this point I've heard so many freakin' renditions of 'Those Were The Days' that, coming at the wrong moment, one more could easily push me right over the edge into homicidal flailing about. On the other hand, as happens every year post-cold-season, my little bod is remembering all over again how good warm weather feels -- its small version of waking up after a long winter withdrawal beneath cool weather duds. Suddenly every window in the flat gets thrown open as soon as I walk in the door from classes, which almost immediately seems like a poor substitute for actually being out in sunlight and user-friedly temperatures, leading to repeated urges to pull on sneakers or pointy boots, run back downstairs and out the front door to wander about, heading nowhere in particular. Blah blah blah. It's late. They're giving us the second of three dry-run DELE exams in class in the morning. Time to get some shuteye. Madrid, te quiero. rws 8:26 AM [+]
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