Sorry the blog got derailed yesterday. Thanks, Dianne, for getting me back on track. I need all the help I can get with equipment, especially yesterday. Not only did I fail to post the blog I wrote, I managed to reduce Del's sweater selection by 1/3. Yep, he had 3 sweaters here, and now he has 2 sweaters and an armed sofa pillow cover - so long as the pillow is small. I don't know what button I pushed, but that washer turned into a front loading felting machine. Del took it well, bless his heart, or mine. Now I'm on the look out for a plus sized men's store or a nice Lithuanian person who knits really fast. We met a fellow last summer who raved about a lady here who knits dog hair socks. He said they were so wonderful he bought a dozen pairs. Brings to my mind fleas and smell of wet dog, but maybe I can find her and commission a sweater. Del has been wanting a dog.
Del had his first class today and came home tired but feeling pretty good about it, I think. He has around 24 students, one of them a guy. Librarianship is not a high priority career for men over here - low pay and status, probably.
I spent the day doing a little cleaning up, preparing handouts for next week and making our first pot of soup. Those lovely canned tomatoes were calling me. I had planned to explore the neighborhood, looking for a felted wool shop and a fabric shop we saw the other day, but it drizzled a good part of the day, so I decided to stay here with my own felting project. Maybe I should make slippers out of it. This is a no shoes inside culture, and it is considered polite to have a collection for slippers for guests.
Oh, I almost forgot. Today started with a bit of excitement. The doorbell rang, and since the outside building door stays locked, I assumed it was a neighbor and opened the door. Imagine my surprise to find a uniformed policeman standing there. I don't know how he got into the building, but there he was. (You're right, doors have peepholes for a reason.) His English was beautiful, so I had no trouble finding out that he was looking for our absentee landlord. I had the name and address on our rental agreement, so I gave it to him. Nosy as I am, I asked what was wrong, and was told he had been driving too fast. Whether that is true, or whether it's just what police officers tell nosy people, I don't know. He asked my name, but declined my offer to show him my passport. Hopefully, he won't tell the landlord how he got the address. We do not want to end up homeless in Lithuania. By the way, the police department here must have a good looking requirement. Both this man and the group of 5 or 6 we passed on the street the other day certainly were. Actually, most of the people we have seen are quite attractive.
Good luck to you all who are freezing over there. Enjoy those snow/ice days.
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