aun en SD// still in SD

Poco a poco surgen burbujitas hacia las puntas de mis dedos. Simbolizan las historias cortas y largas que me apetece compartir, muchas reflejaran una ficción, otras tantas semi biográficas. Intentaré utilizar algunas habilidades traductoras, más no es una promesa debido a la pereza o falta de tiempo. Aun así, se van dibujando más claramente en este, mi idioma materno, que otrora manejaba de mejor forma y del cual deseo tener mayor dominio.
Las preparaciones para el viaje están finalizadas. Andi y yo tenemos hasta las mochilas hechas. Lo que se dé en falta, será solucionado vía electrónica. Prometo no diseñarme un verano más nudoso que un sarmiento, para poder vivir en el momento y disfrutar de las muchas partes que tendremos.

Mi única penita ahora, es que no veré a Oli por dos meses. Hace tres años que no nos separamos de este modo ¿qué estaba yo pensando?

The sunny day and its warmth wakes me up. Also, my partner’s phone whose alarm is not the jungle sound it is to be. I hear the blender, Rudy is up. I also hear Akbal –our doggy,– what is she doing inside the house?

A few weeks ago, she started sleeping in Rudy’s room. She feel comfortable and safe around him. She likes him so much, and I say he likes her back. Oh Akbal! The first time I laid eyes on her, I feel in love. She was playing among her nine siblings at the farm where she was born. She looks so much like her mama who happens to be our friends’ noble dog.

As my daughter and I prepare to leave SD for many days, I imagine how Akbal would behave when she realizes she has Oli’s attention all to herself : )

The preparations are all in place. We even got our backpacks ready.

This challenge was much so on the weekend. However, I have a great great excuse, two of our friends’ wedding. A much expected celebration for I knew it was going to be a fun one. Many people came, we got to meet the bride and groom’s families and exchange anecdotes. The ceremony was, of course, emotional (and humorous). The food, the drinks were delicious. But the best part was the dancing music! I danced until my legs and feet hurt –and beyond– All sorts of latin music was played to our enjoyment. Oh oh, great times!        [255]

It is not a surprise to learn that my body was dehydrated the day after, right?
Not making excuses, just giving them.

Anyhow, today I am checking emails and reading from Jeff Goins, the person who signs the my 500 words messages. I am inspired and I am not so energetic as I would need to be to expel all of those words in an admirable or engaging way. Regardless, here I am. Ruminating all of the ideas for short stories yet undecided where to begin. Many fiction and semi-biographical ones are slowly making bubbles into the surface of my fingertips and the conscious of the mind. The one condition for those air bodies is to be written in my native language. Moreover, to exercise some translator’s skills, I shall try to create bilingual blogs, yet not a promise.