Super Early Morning Thoughts

Well, thoughts and memories keep coming back and again, as it usually is, I am going through a mini insomnia phase again. My sisters are out helping out an old friend with her wedding deco, nails and what not's. They were expecting me to go but at the last minute I started having pain in tummy area. Seems like it's gone now. So now I am up waiting for them to get back home while listening to my own thoughts and also to the occasional annoying snore of Mom and Dad. Also, somebody woke up early somewhere in the village booming out some P.U.P tracks. Before I got back here, my sister told me the U.D.P had their rally at the football field [not far from where we live, actually, sort of right across]. Later on in the day it will be P.U.P's turn but rumor is that the other party wants to stop it by hosting a football marathon. Whatever happens, politics will be what it is.

Speaking of which, as I stepped off the bus at dump this evening, Beka pointed out a political sign to me. It made me want to change by blogs' title or page title [whatever it's called]. As I have always said, I write down things and go back to analyze them later, after a few years, months, or minutes, it just doesn't matter. The point is that I do look at them again. So, I started thinking about this 'Enough is Enough' thing. Now I have come to the thought, not a conclusion, that there can never be E-N-O-U-G-H. They just keep coming, whether you are ready or not. Maybe enough for now is more like it. I'll keep thinking about what would look best at the top of the page. Something that says a little but a lot at the same time. I'm not sure I can come up with something like that but I'll see.

Back to the wedding, I don't know why people choose to marry too early. The bride doesn't get her 'beauty sleep', if there is such a thing. The family is up for most of the night running around with flashlights in their hands to light the way. It is safe to say that that is mostly the job of the women since the men all gather to share a few quarts and elephant foot. By the time it is time [8 a.m], people are tired, men are drunk or with goma and some family members end up missing the ceremony. One fact about weddings though, [i don't know yet if all families do it, but here goes] everybody pitches in by donating rice, beans, meat, or whatever they can give. That didn't come out the right way so here is an example. Say there is a family of maybe 5. The first son wants to get married so it is his parent's obligation/responsibility to help out with the expenses. The married son then has to help his younger siblings with their wedding expenses as a form of repayment to his parents. Maybe that example is clear enough.

Moving on, day before yesterday, I received a text message from Anna telling me that a Visiting Man and his Single Son will be here soon. She says mom stressed on the 'SINGLE SON'.
My reply: "I knw mom probably worries dat she won't get 2 c any grandkids, bt he isn't d solution". She says: "LMAO. . ." I say: "dey finish wit Beka, now dey strt wit me". Her reply: "U hav us laughin". If Grandma was still around, she would probably say the same thing. She knew relationship updates in my sisters and cousin's life but never mine. However, she was convinced I was hiding someone.

Anyway, more of Gran next time. I was walking in Cayo day before and there was a man coming behind me with a horse. The dogs were barking and I heard him talking. I didn't pay mind as I thought he was speaking to himself or on the phone. Moments after, I realized he was telling me something. In Spanish, he asks me if I would like a ride. I just smiled and said no. He then asks if I would like to hold the reins. Again I smiled and said no. He also asked if I had ever rode on a horse. When I answered no again, he said it was easy. Thinking back, if it was in another place with green hills and small streams, I would have accepted. That along with the offer being made by a younger man. My fear of horses wouldn't have bothered me then. For now, I will just admire their beauty from far.

Well, I guess I'd better get at least a half hour rest. It looks like my sisters won't be back soon. That means that if they don't, I have to find something to do with the kids in Sunday Class in 3 hours! Yikes! Maybe I'll just continue with Tic-Tac-Know. They seem to enjoy it and it gives me an insight as to what they have been learning. I suppose I won't get a nap after all, since hunger is setting in as the day breaks. . .