End of an era

I don't have much to write about. No adventures to report. Just a realization that my Spanish is not advancing and I simply have to take a class. Everybody asked me if I spoke Spanish when they found out I was coming here. When I said un poquito, the stock answer was "you will." This will lkely come true, but its not the immersion experience I was needing because so many people want to practice English and I have to want to speak Spanish which I seldom do (just because I like to be understood when I speak, nothing against the spanish language).

It seems that this week is the week when everything breaks. The water heater broke. I broke my sunglasses in half. And my hair clippers finally kicked the bucket, a victim of high voltage. I remember my folks bought them from an old lady in the neighborhood, they were animal clippers and looked like they were from the 1960s. I must have been about 11, we used them to shave the dog because it got so hot in Vega$ in the summer. I have been using those animal shears to shave my hair for probably 15 years. I've dropped them on the floor probably 50 times, and they survived because they were apparently invincible like everything made back then. I realized I was getting shaggy, so I decided to shave some years off last night. I plugged them in using my universal AC adapter, and they got fried. I shaved most of my head, except of course I was unable to finish and was left with two parallel mini-hawks in back. Very stylish.