Lost? Let The Moon Be Your Guide!

So I was out talking to the neighbor and a small guy came down the street. He was trying to walk home. But he was going the wrong way. His English seemed pretty good but his comprehension turned out to be a little less than that. He misunderstood and continued north instead of turning and following the cross street. The neighbor caught his attention and he came back to the corner where we'd gone. We then explained he'd gone passed the street he needed to take: the street we were standing at. Between us we got it across. I think. I hope so. Anyway, we sent him in the right direction on the right street. If he'd continued on he'd have been lost for who knows how long. He knows a couple of the major streets in the community which is what he'd initially asked us about. Neither was particularly near nor easy to communicate to him how to get there.

Now that I'm back in here writing the fog is lifting a bit and my 15-year rusty Spanish is coming back a bit. Could I remember it a half hour ago? Not really. I'll blame the meds I took before going outside and not having eaten a lot today. :P Just an excuse? Well consider for example when I was going out to fetch water at the store for the kitty, I couldn't find my watch having just seen it on my desk before standing up. Well, the watch was on my wrist! And I'd also forgotten my keys the first time out, as well as not closing the side garage door. At that point I hadn't eaten at all. I'm doing better now. Honest. I could probably even think of my name if pressed! :D

I'm interested in how my neighbor adjusted his middle-America English to match the sounds pattern a Spanish speaker using English might use. Must have been something he picked up on the border patrol. Four years I learned Spanish and my neighbor had been a border patrol officer years ago and between us we might have come up with just enough Spanish to get arrested. ;)

Will there be duckies online tonight? I have no idea. No emails from brother, nor a call. I'm not sure that bodes well. I'm paranoid. At least that's what father used to say of me.