Thursday, July 9, 2009
DR 'duh' moment
I just got in the shower and scrubbed my underwear because my brain turned off, and my auto-pilot is still in Dominican.
Advice from Dad
Thanks, guys. In the past few months since I've left Peace Corps a few people have asked me why I stopped blogging. I thought that without the American-abroad circumstance, there wasn't a need. But, I love to write and if just one person wants to read - I'll keep it up!
I talked to my Dad this morning. He loves to chat, and he has chat 'modes.' One mode is when he tells a story about how the world is. These are often long stories, relaying his take on a broad human topic, like how good it is that doñas cook or how kind he found my DR neighbors. (True, they are pretty nice). Other times, he likes to give advice. This used to irk me, and now that I'm old enough that I give young'ns unsolicited advice, Dad's doing so seems righteous.
What's great about my Dad's advice is his uncanny ability to make statements that are good measures of most decisions. Today we were talking about my need for furniture in a new apartment. I have so much beautiful furniture in sunny California, but, alas, I am setting up an apartment in green New Haven, CT. Dad says he want to drive our furniture out! I know, he's a dear man. I say, 'Dad, just let me handle this with second-hand furniture from Craigslist and whatnot. It doesn't really matter who will win (Dad likes to debate all topics for weeks, sometimes months), but here are a few of his sage remarks.
'Claudette, the problems really start when you lack imagination. Don't forget that just 5 variables leads to a factorial of 120 solutions. All problems are limited only by your ability to imagine new potential solutions.'
'Claudette, we're not capitalists, but we do conserve capital.'
and my favorite: 'Claudette, don't be dogmatic.'
I talked to my Dad this morning. He loves to chat, and he has chat 'modes.' One mode is when he tells a story about how the world is. These are often long stories, relaying his take on a broad human topic, like how good it is that doñas cook or how kind he found my DR neighbors. (True, they are pretty nice). Other times, he likes to give advice. This used to irk me, and now that I'm old enough that I give young'ns unsolicited advice, Dad's doing so seems righteous.
What's great about my Dad's advice is his uncanny ability to make statements that are good measures of most decisions. Today we were talking about my need for furniture in a new apartment. I have so much beautiful furniture in sunny California, but, alas, I am setting up an apartment in green New Haven, CT. Dad says he want to drive our furniture out! I know, he's a dear man. I say, 'Dad, just let me handle this with second-hand furniture from Craigslist and whatnot. It doesn't really matter who will win (Dad likes to debate all topics for weeks, sometimes months), but here are a few of his sage remarks.
'Claudette, the problems really start when you lack imagination. Don't forget that just 5 variables leads to a factorial of 120 solutions. All problems are limited only by your ability to imagine new potential solutions.'
'Claudette, we're not capitalists, but we do conserve capital.'
and my favorite: 'Claudette, don't be dogmatic.'
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