Friends,
We are doing well, adjusting back to Pittsburgh. For the most part, we are fully adjusted. We had a conversation tonight with a wonderful man named Nimo, a friend we have made recently. He owns two greyhounds, whom he loves very much. He is a social worker who gets immigrants settled into America. He has a very big heart. He goes to our church, and he is very nice. In our conversation, he mentioned that he used to live in California, and that compared to Pittsburgh, the weather in California is tedious and boring. He said that no one really appreciates a sunny day in California, because they get them all the time. Then, as if to let us in on a secret, he leaned forward to us, and he said, "But, yesterday, do you remember yesterday?--now that was a glorious day. The sun was absolutely glorious." Coming out of his mouth, that word 'glorious' means something. It is something special. He is from Sri Lanka, you understand, and his accent makes the word roll up to his lips and then trip out of his mouth like some kind of spontaneous laughter. It was beautiful the way he said it. Glorious. Glorious. Yesterday was glorious. Sun and cold air and, yes, Nimo, yes it was--it was just like you said it was--it was glorious.
But then I got to thinking. I was thinking, "But today in Pittsburgh it snowed. This morning when I went to get the paper, my snot froze inside my nose. It snowed today, and it was cloudy, and the sky was gray and yucky, and when you go outside the wind hits your face like you're a - ed stepchild, and in California it doesn't snow. In Los Angeles it is sunny and perfect. In Los Angeles things are sunny, and, pardon me, Nimo but you are full of poop. I have to shovel my g.d. driveway, and, and, and g.d.,Nimo, g.d.--for six months a year I have to wear socks to bed! I appreciate sun, yes, Nimo, of course I do! And when it comes, it is glorious. Sure. But go without food for a week, Nimo, just go without food and you'll appreciate that turkey sandwich, you bet you will; but heck if I'm gonna starve myslef every g.d. day, just to appreciate it a little more. How stupid. You stupid stupid man, Nimo."
That Nimo is some idiot. What a jerk.
Anyway, we're having a great time out here, and we send you all out there in California both our love and--the middle finger. But also our love, don't forget the love. We miss you and love you (and are very jealous of you).
Love,
Carlos
We are doing well, adjusting back to Pittsburgh. For the most part, we are fully adjusted. We had a conversation tonight with a wonderful man named Nimo, a friend we have made recently. He owns two greyhounds, whom he loves very much. He is a social worker who gets immigrants settled into America. He has a very big heart. He goes to our church, and he is very nice. In our conversation, he mentioned that he used to live in California, and that compared to Pittsburgh, the weather in California is tedious and boring. He said that no one really appreciates a sunny day in California, because they get them all the time. Then, as if to let us in on a secret, he leaned forward to us, and he said, "But, yesterday, do you remember yesterday?--now that was a glorious day. The sun was absolutely glorious." Coming out of his mouth, that word 'glorious' means something. It is something special. He is from Sri Lanka, you understand, and his accent makes the word roll up to his lips and then trip out of his mouth like some kind of spontaneous laughter. It was beautiful the way he said it. Glorious. Glorious. Yesterday was glorious. Sun and cold air and, yes, Nimo, yes it was--it was just like you said it was--it was glorious.
But then I got to thinking. I was thinking, "But today in Pittsburgh it snowed. This morning when I went to get the paper, my snot froze inside my nose. It snowed today, and it was cloudy, and the sky was gray and yucky, and when you go outside the wind hits your face like you're a - ed stepchild, and in California it doesn't snow. In Los Angeles it is sunny and perfect. In Los Angeles things are sunny, and, pardon me, Nimo but you are full of poop. I have to shovel my g.d. driveway, and, and, and g.d.,Nimo, g.d.--for six months a year I have to wear socks to bed! I appreciate sun, yes, Nimo, of course I do! And when it comes, it is glorious. Sure. But go without food for a week, Nimo, just go without food and you'll appreciate that turkey sandwich, you bet you will; but heck if I'm gonna starve myslef every g.d. day, just to appreciate it a little more. How stupid. You stupid stupid man, Nimo."
That Nimo is some idiot. What a jerk.
Anyway, we're having a great time out here, and we send you all out there in California both our love and--the middle finger. But also our love, don't forget the love. We miss you and love you (and are very jealous of you).
Love,
Carlos
posted by Carlos Antonio Delgado at 9:38 AM
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