Mrs. Rosa (Rosa Peñaloza de Siluk) is durable.
She is brave, charming, pleasant to look
at, better said, cute; dark hair, dark eyes, short. She is also a swimmer, horseback
rider, a fair shot with a pistol. A true Christian, from the old school and can
run a small business and household at the same time. A good photographer, an
excellent speller, and travel companion, doesn’t grip about this and that: and
can get along with one suitcase per trip.
She is an accountant, and English and
Spanish translator. She doesn’t sing all that well, but compensates in that:
when she gives a speech, doesn’t have to look at a sheet of paper.
She knows mayors in every little town in
the Andes , and Bishops, priests, Generals,
teachers and Rectors of Universities, congressmen and women, senators,
presidents, important people, more than I.
When we travel she is durable, she does
not suffer from pains and aches as I do, nor insomnia, she has stamina. Matter
of fact, she can sleep standing up holding a book, as if she was really reading
it, and fool everyone about.
After 8:00 p.m., she can get lazy
watching television, nibble like a bird, and birds do not nibble lightly,
rather constantly. And seldom does she watch a whole movie through; she falls
to sleep faster than a mouse can grab the cheese from a mousetrap.
She can eat nearly anything, says
everything is delicious, but dead batteries.
That’s my wife.
#917 (6-8-2012)
