Today was Lithuanian Class. I think I must have been having language anxiety last night because I had the strangest dreams, even for me. Some of you may remember that Del asked me to stop telling him details about my dreams after I dreamed that we had dinner at Quincy Jones' California beach house and described both the kitchen and the food in boring detail. He claimed that was just too much. He is probably just jealous because he doesn't remember dreams, and I dream in vivid color. Last night was one of those where I would wake up and think that my dream was rediculous and go beck to sleep and pick right up where I left off.
Fortunately, we left early for our noon class, because we took the wrong bus and then got disoriented and ended up walking almost back home before two students got us pointed in the right direction for the bus stop. This time we took the right bus and got to class only a few minutes late. Yes, I did have a map, but I am illiterate, and Del chose not to look at it. What a pair we are. Just when I was feeling that I might be developing a glimmer of sense of direction. That extra 30 min. fast paced walk in feels like 2 degrees F. left us feeling a combination of way too cold hands, face and feet and sweaty bodies and heads. Not to mention being out of breath by the time we walked up to the third floor classroom, plus the stairs from the ground level. Once again, we were at the bottom of the class, but we remembered more than I thought we would. I should mention that it took me two hours to do only fair on my written homework. Del - not so long, seeing as he benefited from my efforts. That's all I'm saying about that.
After class we took the correct bus and stopped for lunch at a neat place near the bus stop. Del had hot wings with potatoes and a little salad, and I had soup of the day and calamari with delicious sauce - rather tart with lemon, thyme and something to make it pinkish. It had a paper thin slice of dried or baked lemon for garnish that was crunchy and puckery. The soup was curried chicken with yellow curry. It was quite good.
We got home around 3, did a little work and then claimed our favorite napping places for an hour- bed for Del and on the sofa with EHJ on my chest for me. I should have put my Lithuanian notes there in hopes of absorbing knowledge. Of course, it never worked at Westhampton.
Dinner was a slice of pork roast, left over rice and cabbage salad. I have to get the neighbors to show me how to work the oven properly. Did I tell you that the eyes are gas and the oven electric? You can't just turn on the oven and expect it to work. You must need to set the clock and timer before you turn it on and since the clock is not set, and we can't figure out how to do it, I cooked the roast by 15 minute intervals. For some reason, it would let me add 15 minutes time, but no more. Then when I turned the oven off, it pinged every few seconds for almost an hour, or forever, if you were here listening to it. I don't know what made it start the noise or what made it stop. There are all sorts of intereasting symbols on the oven dial, but I didn't recognize them. I settled on the one that turned on the oven light and sounded like a fan running while it was working. For one thing, it let me know when it needed to have another 15 min. punched in.
After a steady diet of chicken, fish and pork since we got here, I am beginning to feel a craving for beef. I think it may be because I haven't seen it in the nearby markets and it isn't so common in restaurants. There is an Argentinian steak house in the neighborhood that smells really good whenever we walk past it. Actually, I probably should take the bus out to the local McDonald's for a burger because I don't know how I would explain to a server that I want my steak so well done that nobody would eat it but me. I'd better stick to cooking my own eggs for that same reason.
Happy Weekend to all. Monday is a holiday for most of you who are too young to retire, isn't it?
Just opened the window to let in a little -2 degree windchill fresh air and saw the full moon. It is so beautiful shining through the haze.
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