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MysonhadADHD,soIwasusedtothedailycallsaboutthetroublehecausedatschool.SoonedayateachercallsandIsay,“Whatdidhedowrong?”Teacher:“Ohit’snothinglikethat.”Me:“Really?!”Thisteacherhasmycompleteandundividedattentionnow.ButbeforeIgoon,Ineedtogivetheaudiencethescenefromadayortwobeforethiscall.IwasasingleparentMarine(translation-tiredallthetime).MysonandIareattheseven-daystoreforsomemilkandheisactingoddly(whichmeanshewasactuallystandingstillinlineinsteadofliterallybouncing).Mysonsays:“Dad,Ireallylikethiscomic.”Me:“Uh-huh”Son:“No,Dad,Ireallylikethiscomic.”Me:“Ya,okay._Son:“NODAD!Ireally,reallylikethiscomic!”Thenitdawnsonme:Comicshavewords!(Ihadbeentryingtogethimtolearnthealphabet,butifyouknowADHDkids,theycanreallybestubbornaboutnotdoingsomethings).Me:“ItellyouwhatIwilldo.YoutellmeoneletterinthetitleofthatcomicandIwillbuyitforyourightnowandtakeithomeandreadittoyou.”Imagineakidwithalookofintenseconcentration—liketryingtosolveEinstein’sRelativityequations.Meanwhile,Iamquietlyusheringpeopleaheadofmewhilewestandinline.SohefinallygetstheletterandIfulfillmyendofthebargain.Nowwecangobacktothephonecallwiththeteacher.Teacher:“It’sjustthatwewerelearningthealphabettodayandweweresayingAisforappleandBisforball,butwhenwegottoIweweresayingIisforicecreamandigloo,butyoursonsaid,‘IforIronManONLY!’“Me(respondingrathersheepishly):“Ahyes,ComicswereallIcouldgethimtoreadtolearnhisalphabet.”So“odd”formewasthathewasn’tintrouble,andateacheractuallycalledtocomplimentoneofmyhare-brained(reallyjustdesperate)ideastomakesuremysondidnotgrowupilliterate-Ha!Thankyouallforreaffirmingmyhopeinhumanity.零基础开口马上说英文PilgrimageToKonkaRisumgongba,HolyMountainOfBuddhists(36)Itbegantorainandweweresoonsoakingwet.Beingcoldandshivering,Mr.BiandIhurriedintoashantyandmadeafireourselvesinsteadofawaitingtheothers.Atnight,therainwasleakinginthroughtheschistroofcontinuously.AndtheworsewasthatMr.Wangwascomingdownwithsomething.Hesaidthathehadcrockedup.Earlyinthemorning,Mr.WangduiandMrDawasenthimonhorsebackbacktoRiwa,whereitwaslowerandtherewasaclinic.Laterwelearntthathewassufferingfromdiarrhoea.DaySevenWewerewalkingquietlyduewestinarhododendronforestinthewetandbleakmorning,througharealmofbirds,smallassparrowsandbigasdoves,inthrongs,incouples,orlookingforfoodalone.Whiletheyweregivingamorningconcert,weweretheirgoodaudience.OnthesouthslopeofChenrezigsthereisalakethatissaidthatoneisabletoseehisnextlife.LamaKongshaandMrNgawangwenttheretogether.ItwasprobablybecauseIneitherbelievedintheso-calledeternitynordaredknowmyownotherworldliness,Ikeptonwalkingwiththecaravan.MeltingwaterfromtheglaciertonguewasfallingdowninthemiddleofthelowerpartofJampeyang.Thewaterfall,about500meterswideand100meterstall,wasthesourceofalakeatthefootofJampeyang.Itwouldbeafantasticscenewhenmorewatercamedowninsummer.