Day 7 - I Can't Believe It - A Whole Week!

We went to the University this morning to meet the communications department and map out some of Del's responsibilities for the semester. I went along to get some materials prepared and to meet some of my classmembers.  I think they will be supportive.  Several seem quite fluent, though they don't realize it.

It takes about 15 minutes to walk to the bus stop, a 20-30 minute bus ride and then another 10 minute walk to the communications building.  We left home at  9, finished the meeting about 1 and then walked to the mall.  It was a bit further than I had thought when I suggested we do that - a little more than 2 kilometers, Del estimated.  I don't know what that translates to, but my little cheeks were red after walking into the wind.  Our first purchases were a new stocking cap for Del and a hat and scarf for me.  Yes, folks, the man is wearing a coat, a hat and gloves, though he has taken the down linerout of the jacket.   He I brought 2 caps from home for him, but Carolina didn't fit right and Georgia has a long pull in it.  I had thought my hooded coat would do the job for me, but it makes it too hard to watch for traffic, and I do not want to get splatted all over the road.

We ate lunch in a huge cafeteria in the mall.  Del had a shish kabob looking thing ,and I am ashamed to tell you that  the woman who never met a piece of fat she didn't like had a "pig's hand".  You city people and healthy eaters are grossed out about now, I'm sure. It was off the bone, so I can't swear to it, but I think it was what we call a pig's foot.  I certainly hope so, anyway.  We used to eat them at home, either just boiled or boiled and then floured and shallow fried. and  always served with vinegar and hot sauce.  I have to tell you, it was pretty darned good, but I promise not to eat another one. I am on the look out for sause, - sort of like pickled pig parts jello- which really turns Del's stomach.  David always said I would eat things the dog wouldn't eat, which would be insulting, if it weren't true.  Of course we did have spoiled, city type dogs.

After lunch, we went to the grocery store for water, wine and a few other essentials and headed for the bus stop.  We dragged ourselves into the flat around 5, collapsed and eventually had apples and cheese for dinner about 8 o'clock.

I washed a small load of lights and a small load of darks, so we have wet clothes hung around to do what my mother called "rough dry."  I'll give the collars of Del's shirts a lick and a promise because he always wears a sweater and that's all people will see, but I am not going to iron underwear and socks like his mother did.  My mother ironed boxers, but not undershirts and socks, for goodness sakes!