Day 51 Skipped School

I stayed home all day today and drank hot tea to sooth my scratchy throat and hopefully regain most of my voice before teaching tomorrow.

  It doesn't take a voice to do laundry, so I caught up on what I should have done this week end. There are clothes drying everywhere.  Now that it is warmer outside and we have turned off more radiators, things don't dry as fast.  I wish we had one of those laundry lines that I used to see in the old black and white movies that hung outside windows.  That would be cool, but probably would not be in keeping with the famous sculpture outside our front door.  I do hang out the window to talk to the neighbors from time to time, and if Del or I forget  something, the other will lean out the window to hand it out.  Saves unlocking the Green Door, coming up the stairs and unlocking our door.

Del went to Lithuanian class alone and returned with the news that there is no class on Friday.  Sad to say, I did a little mental happy dance.  Where is my intellectual couriosity, and more characteristically, my desire to get my money's worth? 

I have to get all gussied up to teach tomorrow because we go directly from class to the newspaper office to be interviewed.  I guess it's just like at home, the university likes a chance to show off visiting firemen/women, and their spouses tag along.  I have to attend Del's class on Thursday because the local tv station will be there for part of the class and to interview him, and his spouse will tag along.

That reminds me.  Did any of you read Connie Schultz' book AND HIS LOVELY WIFE?  She is an award winning columnist from Ohio who has been married to Sen. Sharrod Brown for a number of years.  She had to change the course of her reporting career when she married him.  The book is in part the story of the campaign trail, etc., but her stories about her parents are so touching .   In one story she writes of her father's lunch box.  It struck a cord because I have my daddy's lunch box, and it means a lot to me.  You don't have to be from Ohio or a Democrat to enjoy the book.    Did I blog you this before? It's beginning to run together for me.
The pictures  today are just of pins.  I bought the first one at the Stenta Festival in Palanga, the second and third in Riga and brought the fourth from home.  
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/Pins?authkey=Gv1sRgCIjCy-fl3PLeTQ

Felted garments and wearable art are so popular here and in Riga.  The blue/green pin is made of several shades of blue and green wool roving or fibers melded together with soapy water and pressure from rolling on bubble wrap or some other surface.  While still wet, they shape the object and then let it dry.  I want to try the technique when I get home.

The other pin from Riga is made of snippits of elegant light weight, or sheer fabrics, and special yarns.

The lady is just fun.  I brought her with me from home because she always makes me smile, and you never know when that might come in handy.  I think I would like to be more like her.

The iron awaits!