I have this SQL dress. The crisscrossed lines on it are SQL. It’s fun to explain what SQL is to people who don’t know what it is.
It’s also fun to read the google suggested questions and revel in their beautiful English Language Learner style.
ELL is my favorite language. SQL, not so much. Ming took pictures of me at Sunset Park. I felt way more pretty than I looked, which I decided months ago is preferable to looking way more pretty than I feel.
There was a tree shaped like a four. I asked Ming to take a picture, so I could show my friend. I wanted to show her me with tree, and tell her how I feel about fours.
Fours are naive and gullible. Yet I feel sorry for them. Kind of laughable, but sweet too. I don’t love fours very much. But they make a nice tree.
I touched the tree while Ming took one of the pictures. Such a content, strong feeling was in my body–my hand was completely comforted by the bark. I imagined I felt a life force in the tree, emanating like a healing balm.
Afterward, I looked at the picture and was amazed I looked just neutral. The contented, comforted strength could not be seen.
The shadows were wrong, and the pictures all failed. We said another day we’ll try again, in the afternoon.
We drove to a Sunrise so Ming could get a treat coffee. They don’t have raspberry syrup anymore, so he got an orange mocha. He read a sign, in the strip mall: “Church for the rest of us.”
“Is that on the donut shop?” I asked.
“It’s on a church,” he said.
“Oh, I thought it was saying you could worship sugar.” I know people who worship sugar. I must admit the hold chocolate had on me–for years, I ate it religiously.
Tomorrow is my dad’s deathiversary. I feel like I’m going to puke. Wake me up on the 20th.