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Sunday, September 18, 2011

There are days here that go by that aren’t worth mentioning not because they don’t mater but because nothing interesting enough to write about happens.  However, I write about every day even if its just a little because I heard a priest say once that every day matters and that we should be thankful everyday we get to get up and live another day.  I lack a religious bone in my body but I agree that I need to be more cognizant of the fact that every day I get to get up and breathe, walk, talk, speak, type is another day to be grateful for, and so I write about a most mundane Sunday that is no different than any other Sunday in Ojocaliente.  As usual the family gathers to have lunch.  Aunts, uncles, cousins all gather from various towns and cities at the grandparents’ house to enjoy a meal together and share in the weeks events.   Cousin who announced he is getting married next month comes over to invite us to his future wife’s bridal shower and all the ladies agree to do their best to attend.  I turn on the television and I am elated to see that there is a channel here that is showing American Football and I partake in a little of my Sunday ritual back home.  Like a dutiful granddaughter I once again prepare to accompany grandma to church and end my day packing and get ready to start my journey back to Valparaiso and to my other grandmother in the morning.