The Plague Year has kept my child bride busy with new things now that her weekly pastry sale on the downtown plaza has been put on temporary hold. She has, of course, turned to crocheting, a new skill for her.
She’s a woman in constant motion, a stark contrast to my lazy lifestyle. Another interest has cropped up for her. She wants to become a life coach, that relatively new therapeutic profession. She’s already taken three two-hour introductory classes online, and it has her hooked. The intro classes come from Miami and have Gringo prices on the full certification, so she’ll be hunting a school in Mexico.
Interestingly, both my sister and my second ex-wife are certified life coaches. It’s all the rage, you know. I am rather skeptical of most therapeutic occupations, but I know my child bride would excel at it as she excels in everything.
And here below, we have the rottweiler. I have read they’re not very smart dogs.