Baby, it's cold outside! Beautiful sun, but I'm all sweatered up. My Spanish class is freezing, and I wore my coat the whole time last night. The classroom is actually colder than outside. But luckily, I was distracted a bit by attempting to learn the numbers. We played bingo the last half hour, so the next stop is undoubtedly whatever Mexico's equivalent to Las Vegas is. Counting money is muy importante in any country, to be sure. I once passed up a lovely pair of shoes in Rome because I thought they cost thousands of dollars. When I returned home and figured it out it was about forty dollars. So knowing numbers is crucial to the shopping and eating experience.
Our teacher taught us a little song about numbers, one he teaches to preschoolers, which is about our level. It's amazing how singing something you need to learn makes it delightful, when reciting it in prose would be deadly. I'll never forget Danny Kaye singing "Inch Worm" in the movie Hans Christian Anderson (how could I forget it, I own the movie and watch it at least once a year). Two and two are four, four and four are eight, eight and eight are sixteen, sixteen and sixteen are thirty two. Inch Worm, Inch Worm, measuring the marigolds, you and your arithmetic will probably go far.
I wanted to sing one of my Spanish songs for the teacher last night, but there wasn't time. Next week. Maybe I can fit all the words into the rhythm by then. Right now, I skip a few, as my tongue won't wrap itself around some words quickly enough. And then there are the Rs. That's never going to happen. I'm too old a dog to teach that new trick. Woof!
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