A Poem for Your Eyes, To Apologize

Attempts have been made and failed, 

I tried to keep up but then bailed.

So here's an attempt to start anew,

And share some things, just a few.

My housemates are good for conversation,

Making up English by adding (dash)ation.

Holation, they'd say, in greeting to you,

These silly young people in Futaleufú.

We have a new puppy, whose name is Charlie,

And he's stinky and bites but still is gnarly.

Solo's the other dog, the sad one outside,

Whose hair comes away on your hand, the poor guy.

We hosted an English Olympics on the fifth,

We were one of two teams, just like a Sith,

(You see, Siths always come in twos,

And because one must be stronger, one has to lose.)

Therefore we were gracious, and lost by one point.

After a tie-breaker activity, we did anoint

Team Palena, lucky ducks, those wonderful kids,

Who clearly rely on their egos, not ids.

My kids were bummed but quickly rallied,

And will work really hard (this time they dallied).

My birthday was Tuesday, which was really great,

In the lounge teachers wrote, "Feliz cumple Kate."

And we had coffee and cake at ten o'clock AM,

PreKinder and 7th sang, which was mayhem.

Then at night we celebrated yet more,

Chatting and laughter -- so not a bore.

"Kate -- Happiness -- love Mom" my cake read,

A sweet mistranslation that all of us fed.

Saturday there was another party for various things,

With lots of meat and potatoes and brindarings.  

We played truco, a traditional card game,

And I lost spectacularly, more of the same.

All in all, it's been a great week,

Sorry for not sharing often; my dedication is weak.

Photos are coming soon, really they are,

Hopefully this will prevent the feathers and tar!