Legos | Scéne á faire

Perhaps my last post put some of you dear ones on edge, leaving you concerned and burdened with our long, bad day. But look, our days got better and we even went to see the new Lego movie tonight (popcorn, Icee, multiple bathroom trips and all). I absolutely could’ve skipped over this past week and left the fancy Mexican highlights in the open, but then that’s not life in general—and it’d be honesty covered in spit. Not once have I taken a trip and butterflied through it without a hard day or two or five. For me, the ruby is all in my reaction to my situation: How do I respond to, escape from, battle, ninja strike, etcetera whatever black rain cloud I’m staring at? And even if I go at it all wrong and slam my toe in a door, I’ll have future retrospection (whoa, weird but works) to learn from…but obviously better to get the shit right the first time, yeah? I will admit that this pregnancy has bent me a bit, and I’m much more tired all day and night than usual (if I can recall life before this train). But we’re here now so the boy can reinforce his Spanish skills all day every day, and also because who knows what kind of what Bebé Dos is gonna be and when/if we’ll ever be able to leave our house again. Basically, point of paragraph: honesty from me to you.

Raines Wilder has had a wonderful three days at his Mac Paty school (ahahahaa…sorry I just can’t not be happy about the name). He hasn’t opted to eat much of the Yucatecan food yet, but he did go for the cake and fruit loops (???) that were served at a birthday celebration today. Anyway. Oh yes, I finally found a local little café: Las Orquídeas Restaurante y Café. My eggs even came with jalapeños in them. And even though the server kept taking my napkin away, he always brought me a new one. So poor Starbucks will have to go back to dealing with their own again. Also, I wore this super motherly top today—one that Canción gave me (I love you and ache with the miles between us)—and felt pretty and pregnant. Surface topic. Whatever, it mattered today.

I have no clear idea of what we will do tomorrow (er, shower…?), but I think things get real here on the weekends. Maybe we’ll go try to find a black rope again, since he seems to be clinching onto this memory relentlessly. Either and all the ways, we’ve got good coming. I now have a pink Nokia phone that I could totally show off with when I get home, but it’s just practical. I mean, his school’s gotta have a way to contact me, right? So Salúd, damas y caballeros, y buenas noches hasta que llegue la luz del sol de nuevo.