Church is every Tuesday, Thursday, sometimes Friday, and Sunday Morning (for fasting retreats) and Sunday afternoons.
Quinces, weddings, birthdays, outings, boxing matches, pinchos and visits were usually on Saturdays.
People come over for my anything, and for any given reason.
Papi returns to work from 9-4.
Mami cooks and goes out to do her things.
Class activities come up soon.
I don’t know what else. Pueblo pequeño, infierno grande. *nods*
So long Targets, Safeways, CVSs, Baja Fresh and Chipotle (which i’ve never visited). Adios a FYE, Giant, and Marshall’s on PG Mall. Nos vemos to corporate America and its headquarters; hello to Wal-Mart, Sam’s, La Gran Discoteca, Payless and the Christian bookstore in Ceiba. Buenos días to friends, Burger King, colmados and dependence to nearby Fajardo. I’ll give my “hi’s” to the two clinical labs and the numerous Pentecostal churches scarttered around town, and the two funeral homes in the Pueblo. Maybe that house on the street that bears my name will return to be my home. For the most, I may have unfinished business.
Forgive me, God, if I’m not willing to jump because You say so. Forgive me if I’m not willing to give You the gas pedal belowe the steering wheel. Forgive me if I’m a slave of myself rather than Yours and Yours only…