December 4--Mexico, Mayan, Double Whistle. "To call worshipers to the ceremony, a priest or an acolyte blew a series of notes on this pipe," the museum guide said. Marjorie was tired of trailing around in museums listening to one overly enthusiastic guide after another. She wanted to live in the culture not observe it preserved in glass cases and dusty galleries. The sun nearly blinded her when she stepped through the museo doors. She blinked to clear her vision and was amazed to recognize features of the ancient Mayans on the faces of the people in the stalls and market. Marjorie turned right when the rest of the group turned left to see if she could find a bit of living culture on her own.
I predict that her adventure is just about to begin. I'm off to find some lunch... pb&j anyone? That sounds about right. It just occurred to me that I'm eating kid food most of the time, Cheerios for breakfast and pb&j for lunch, except I have soup at work. I could have soup, there's some in the fridge. Yeah, I feel like soup. See ya.
--Barbara Sue, the old married lady