Friday

On Friday I was still stunned by my sudden life changes. I sat in bed watching TV. I laid on the couch with my coffee and studied French on my iPad. I have switched from studying Canadian French to French French. They're not the same and I find I like the voices and gentle accents of the Canadian speakers better than the French ones. It is, nonetheless, a good learning experience to switch over to the other kind of French. the lessons are different so it's like expanding on what I learned in the Canadian French. I am not savvy enough at this point to pick up on any other subtle differences between the two dialects. Even with my interest in learning a new language, I still couldn't shake the feeling of uselessness. I had no appointments, I had no job, I had no demands. At 1:00 I got out of my pajamas. I ran two or three errands and ended up at school at 3:40. I love the people there but still don't miss my job. Laura and Kyle picked me up at 6:15 and took me to their apartment for the first time. It's a good-sized one-bedroom with a great floor plan and good square footage. They still aren't settled in but there is great potential. They had several things from Bill's place there. We spent the first couple of hours cleaning up. That evening as we were talking, we noticed a foot-round wet spot on their livingroom ceiling. The pipes above were beginning to leak. They are old, the building was built in 1928, and I'm sure the lead is corroding. Kyle could stick his finger right up in the wet spot and make a hole. They put down a bowl to catch the drips. I hope the entire ceiling doesn't get so waterlogged that it comes crashing down in our absence. The next morning we left early for the desert.