I'm sorry. :(
But, to make up for it, I thought I would share some of the things that I learned. Don't worry, I'm not going to give you the refresher in basic math. But, what I am going to do it share some of my recent work.
Last semester I had to take a basic writing class. The course was designed to get all of us old(er) people back into shape so we could compete with the youngin's who are fresh out of high school. I've always liked writing, and from what I could tell, people liked what I wrote. But, I always felt that it wasn't something I was good at. Particularly because on almost all of my high school essays, there was a note that said, "Watch your spelling!" Well, according to some of my classmates, I was wrong. I don't know if I agree with them, completely, but I can say I learned a few things in the class. Things like, how to use commas. If you can't tell. I am now a bit of a "Comma Queen." The general rule is: When in doubt, leave the comma out. Well, I try not to doubt myself that much...so... Commas for Everyone!!!
But anyway... that's not really the point of my post. The point is that I decided that, over the next few weeks (or months if I get bogged down again), I am going to try to post some of the essays I wrote for the class. Some of them are funny. Some are less funny. Another thing I learned while taking the class was that, I don't like writing about things that were, too, serious. So I did my best to find topics that were susceptible to some levity.
Alright, now onto the good stuff.
For my first essay, we were asked to write a Love Letter to something that we loved. It could be about any, nonliving, thing. Others in the class wrote about various things from their beloved, classic, cars to their kitchen equipment. I decided to write mine to Sushi.
So here is it.... Oh and when I wrote this, I seemed to be channeling my inner Pepe Le Pew. So, for the full effect, you might want to pretend you have a French accent...just a suggestion.
Love Letter to Sushi
I know it seems like I was just with you yesterday, but now that we are apart, I have the overwhelming desire to express to you the depths of my feelings for you. And I know that if I don’t tell you how I feel, right here and now, I will lose my nerve. For, I understand that to the rest of the world you are, at most, just seaweed encasing a bundle of raw fish, vegetables and rice. But to me, you are so much more. You are my happy place, and I love you.
Just the ritual preparation involved in your consumption is glorious. I love the salty aroma of the soy sauce that must be mixed with just the right amount of wasabi. If there is too much, it can be overwhelming. If there is too little, something vital seems to be missing. But fear not my love. For this letter is not to let you know that I am abandoning you for a love of wasabi, in fact, far from it. For without you, I would not even dream of touching such a sinus clearing substance. I only mention the wasabi because it merely enhances your scrumptiousness.
I love how in order to enjoy you better, I am given the opportunity to use chopsticks, the most difficult mode of cutlery to master. A person of lesser appreciation would sully your heritage by using a fork or even just their bare hands, but I know you do not bode well to being manhandled, so I try to respect your delicate nature as your design was intended.
I love that you are constructed with so much variety that when I enter a new establishment, I am forced to see a different side of you, to try something new, something I have never tasted before. Just gazing upon your versatility leaves me in awe. Some pieces of you are saucy, a plethora of heat mixed with the ever present reminder of all consuming sweetness. And then other parts, on the very same plate, seem so simple, no sauce, just rice and meat, and yet are even more enticing.
I know it seems like I have neglected you in the past, declaring my love and then not coming back for long periods of time. It’s just that, there are times when you are more valued by your maker than my husband, Chocolate, will allow me to pay. But do not fret, it may take some time, but I will return to you just as soon as...I need something from Fred Meyer.
All my love,