Paul and Eli are building a conto in school for students. They have permission to renovate a pre-existing bathroom that hasn't been used since the school was a bunker during the civil war. When it's finished, the conto will be a room for the students to come and hang out. It'll have material about SIDA and STDs, and a room in the back for private councelling. We're painting a mural that Paul designed on the wall, with a mountain-scape that reflects Ile's, a sunset with lots of bright colors, and two people holding hands below an AIDs ribbon. My fingernails are encrusted with the remnants of blue and green oil-based paint. I am thrilled to be a part of the process.
When we got to the school in the morning to paint, I ended up explaining "in parallel" and "in series" circuit resistance to a couple of 10th grade JOMA kids. It was a lot of fun for me. One of them said that I'm a good teacher, which is a nice thing to hear. I adore physics, although it is definitely a subject to which I need to devote a lot of time to understand.
The other day while I was reading under my alpendra, a gray, falcon-like bird swooped down, caught a lizard that I hadn't even noticed on the side of my house a few feet in front of me, and flew back into a mango tree in a neighbor's yard. It was amazing, and vaguely reflective of my PC experience. I read somewhere recently that the Army could be summed up as long periods of boredom interrupted with moments of sheer terror. For me, PC has been a composite of long periods of comfortable slowness interrupted by fascinating moments that completely throw me off. The lazy stretches are usually when I learn most about myself, and I've been able to read more in the last few months than I have in the past four years. The brief, fascinating bits are probably just the right length for my system to be able to process. My life here is good.
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