While I drove us back down south to Ruidoso, David copy-interpreted from the passenger seat what I was signing. He did this so Maya could see what I was signing since she was sitting in the back. At one point, I giggled. David “interpreted” my giggle by mimicking my giggle.
So many of us find ourselves swirling in mundane routines, day in, day out. We let the clock tick our way through habitual, familiar instances. Wake up, go to work, run errands, come home, make a meal, sleep. Go at it again, and again. And sometimes its just necessary, isn’t