|Twmpa as seen from Blaendigeddi Fawr - Cymru Fach|
Or 39. That's when I was a freshman at BYU, 1975, the centennial year. One of the best years of my life. It's also when a certain federal employee was fired who recently filed an appeal of that firing. I hope the Judge understands timeliness issues. Things like that drive me crazy at work. Oh yeah, and crazy in the head that I take home with me to distraction, despair, and migraines.
So, I'm on my quest to conquer the Welsh language of my ancestors. And hopefully to get new synapses firing to keep me from senility, oh yeah, and migraines. In broader terms, this fits the plans of my wife and I to get ready for post-retirement volunteer service. I want to volunteer at the Church History or Family History Libraries with some knowledge of Welsh to be able to help others. Then when my wife is ready to retire, I'm hoping we can get a family history mission in Wales. Oh, yeah!
So by popular request (a couple of FB friends) and in spite of the complaints of my children, I will copy in here the running commentary I put on FB to tell the story of an extraordinary day.
!! I just saw a guy older than me!!!
And there is that bank of PC's, which I have actually used before as a visitor, where huddled freshmen are anxiously printing out their class schedules . . . So, the world hasn't changed that much.
NO! I took annual leave to be here!
I am on my laptop now realizing that my phone was going to die soon. I have a charger line in the car I could go get. My laptop is good and charged and I have a cord to plug it in just in case. I'm just afraid that in this school-of-the-future, the teacher is going to start up by saying "OK, open up your laptop to this url." Because our textbook is ONLINE (another money saver). The Welsh government wants its people to learn their own language so there is a standard and official Welsh course online that we use which is rather socialistic if you ask me. But also OK by me. Payback for my ancestors in those coal mines or gaols.
I need to go wash my hands. I still smell Taco Bell.
I saw one guy with a beard and a dog he was holding while waiting at Taco Bell in the Cougareat. I guess it was a helper dog or he was helping the dog or something. He probably has two cards, or the dog has one of them.