Settling?

It was a bit of a surprise to check my journal entries and discover it has been a bit less than 2 months since my first night in this house. 3 months was the number in my head when I decided to use it as my morning memory check. While the number was off, it is not alarmingly off. It has been a bit more than 3 months since I made the decision to let Paducah mark the end of the 2017 sojourn. A revelation which has been percolating through recent days is of "the domestic waters closing over my head" at the end of each of my wandering adventures. I had been feeling that as family neglect. This time I can't blame the phenom on family as the recent sojourn fades into the netherworld of memory. The domestic chores which occupy me here are of my own making and far from routine. My craving to establish a routine is feeling like an all-natural, hardwired craving. Too much adventure wears a body out.

My language studies fell by the wayside somewhere around the time I lost my Mandarin tutor. My journal doesnae note the event, if I can even count the fall as an event. It was a prolonged and quiet evolution. It was a surprise to me to discover I was travelling mono-lingual on the sojourn. It was possibly a first-ever in my personal herstory. My compulsive collecting of writings in different languages is one of my older compulsions. I have no explanation for why I haven't bought any of the foreign language books I coveted throughout the sojourn while I was missing my language library in Texas.

I bought a Spanish grammar book this week. I can almost feel the groans of my Ecuadorian classmates. They hated the humiliation of professors taunting them over "la gringa's" papers routinely out-performing theirs on the grammar. Not that good written grammar can excuse the dread gringo accent. . . Accent wars are one of the reasons I prefer writing to speaking and all the human languages seem to love their accent wars. Whatever builds your self-esteem, friend. . . Let me spell it out for you when I can't say it ^right^.

The Spanish review fit nicely into this morning's wake-up routine. I passed those memory checks well enough to ease my mind on the time-line snarl. My memory isnae real trustworthy on the best of days. Hence the need for daily memory checks. We see what grows. . . I do miss my language studies.