Since I've been on Christmas break, I've had many a chance to sit back and people watch. It is one of my favorite activiites. I'll give you a glimpse into some of the places, sounds and thoughts of the season.
Christmas Eve morning was pretty cool. Despite the fact that my mom's heart doctor wanted to see her, I still managed to enjoy my morning. I took her and then went to a friend's house for breakfast after they had done some singing for old folks. The slush was above my toes as I walked to and from their door. After all of this, we went back to a friend's house to watch some disadvantaged kids open a ton of gifts that a few of my friends went in on. I guess their mom is not in good shape and isn't expected to recover. Obviously it was a bad time for them, but after they got their gifts they were more than excited. The younger of the two insisted on showing off the gifts and explaining the details of how his gifts were better than his brother's.
I just observed an Indian woman come into the cafe where I write. She spoke in the main Indian language to the guy who owns the cafe. The funny thing is she whispered and expected him to know what she was talking about. He knows most of the language, but only responded in flawless English. Why do people here think that it is normal to speak to someone in a random language? He laughed at her cuz it was completely random. She owns a Donut shop. I bet you can guess which one it is.
On the way back from the doctor yesterday my mom decided that she wanted to remind me that my dad was a messin' around on her. She seems to have to remind me of the obvious. I ain't quite sure why. Sometimes I think that she feels I don't agree with her reasoning behind leaving him. She fails to realize that I rarely if ever think of him. I simply don't care. The conversations are about 95% her talking and 2% me talking along with a bit of silence.