The last couple of classes, our instructor has looked at me kind of incredulously when I don't understand something she is saying. At one point, she said "really!?" To my lack of understanding. Like, how can you be so obtuse?
I can't hear Spanish when spoken. This is Yella's strong point. She hears it very well. She has "good ears." Probably from her musical talent.
We have done a flip flop.
At the start of classes, the teacher was somewhat amazed at the words and grammar I knew, being a beginner.
I had been cheating. I listened to Spanish tapes for over 2 years and did learn somethings, not listening but words and conjugations of verbs.
Now I am the slow poke. And the dense one.
I also feel cheated.
The most important skill in language is being able to hear. If you can hear, then you can speak any old jumble of nouns and verbs and you will be understood. Walla...communication.
So I got the shit end of the stick. I know the grammar and I can speak it fairly well.
But I can't hear a damn thing spoken to me.
I am very frustrated.
That is the ying.
Today, I realized that my car license plates were 3 months over due.
I forgot!
My friend and I went to David and waded through a maze of crap to get my plates. It took less than 20 minutes and less than $50 bucks (including the penalty) to complete the transaction.
Not bad!
That doesn't happen every day down here.
Then I rehearsed for 3 hours for the hootenanny. Sitting around playing guitar, doing a little singing, is not a bad way to spend the afternoon.
When I got home, Yella had badgered our fence contractor to plug the holes in the fence so we can actually contain our dogs with the fence now.
Oh, the joy!
Being able to throw the dogs outside, without chaining them up, is like a huge relief. All the male neighborhood dogs come around trying to get to our in heat female...and they can't get in!
Ahhhhhh..... Now that's is satisfying.
That is the Yang.
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