Hmm, well I had a frustrating experience today. Becky and I were headed back from our normal beach engagement on Sunday mornings and my thong strap broke, less than halfway home. The terrible part about it is at 1 p.m. on a sunny day, you simply need foot protection. If it's not the road burning your feet, it's broken bottles, scrap metal, centipedes, and razor grass attacking you from the shoulder. There's no way to win. And, keeping a broken thong on your foot just doesn't make for effective walking.
If you count it up, that makes 6 pairs of shoes Dominica has now eaten. A pair of combat boots that the anatomy lab partially dissolved, 3 pairs of sandals that have had the soles walked off, one pair of good shoes, and now my beach thongs. 6 pairs of shoes in 16 months, 4 of which were new.
In good news, I got my mini 2 grades back. I scored much better than I had expected. Actually, I scored pretty well. But, I still have 10 solid days of exams coming up within the next 32 days. I'm certain that I can expect similar grades through this whole set of exams, but I'm simply ready for a change. Especially since Becky and I are starting to pack things up in preparation to come back. Our place is getting bare, and less homey. There's also a large element of expectation, too. It's similar to waiting for Christmas to come so you can see what Santa left because you KNOW you were just the best-behaved little child the past year and darn it, you DESERVE something good.
Okay, that may be over the top, but Becky and I do feel we really need a change of scenery and society.
I suppose I just need to find an umbrella drink stirrer and start hollowing out a pineapple and work on changing my perspective. I'll work on that.
Cheers,
-j
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