Entertaining In My Living Room

Let me write this quick before I forget it, and as mentioned in an earlier post I am not sure if this was edited out in a previous journal.

One of the many jobs my mother had –  she usually had several jobs – was as an exchange student co-ordinator.  My father would teach the English classes.  Since, it was summer I tagged along as a do-everything-else-that-needed-to-be-done person.  I believe this summer we had several groups of students at one time.

One evening after a very long day of students, and English classes somehow it was myself, my mother, and the tour escort in the living room.  My mother turned to me and asked me how the day went.  However, what she said was take over I’ve had more than I can do and I need a break.  It’s one of those unspeakable’s you learn from your family – how to speak without words.

That was all it took, and I was off.  Like a switch that went from off to on.  Snap.  I have no idea what I said.  I know I mentioned something about a hot-dog.  There was a quirk I said about aliens just because I knew it would get a laugh.  I may not remember the exact words, but I remember their faces in constant laughter.  The tour escort spoke good English, but I know she couldn’t have understood every word I spoke.  Something’s go beyond words.  Snap.  The switch turned off.  I turned to look at the kitchen clock, it had been nearly two hours that I had been on.

This is who I used to be.  This is the place I used to live.  For so much more can be accomplished through willingness and laughter.