Woke up to snow/tiny ice balls falling. Nothing stuck, but it was bone chilling damp, even though its was above freezing. It turned to light rain and then mostly stopped just as we needed to leave for Lithuanian class. We headed out to the bus stop and got to the Humanities Faculty just as it started to sprinkle.
We had a new student today. He is from Turkey and must have been studying independently, because he knows a lot more than we do. I had hoped that having him in the class would move Del and me from the basement, but I can tell you right now that it did not happen. Next week we are adding food words to our vocabulary and working on past tenses. That should be right up my alley since I spend so much time in Iki, the old market and restaurants. Today, we continued putting tails on words and changing cases instead of using prepositions. We also studied months of the year and days of the week. Lithuanian months are nature related - some trees and birds. Januany is Sausis, the dry month and February is Vasaris, the warmest month of winter. That last is pretty optomistic, I'd say.
I have heard that it is a good sign when a person begins to dream in the language he/she is studying. What do you supose it means when the dreamer dreams that the teacher has written a list of common ordinary Lithuanian words she introduced weeks ago and she/I can define not one of them? Probably that the trifflin' student/I should study harder.
One of the women from the Fairfield Woman's Club sent an email about a virus set off when you open a message that says "an invitation ..." and another that is about Osama Ben Lauden. Is the information correct? If so, you have probably heard all about it, but we're not as up on the news as when home.
I have wanted to make deviled eggs or potato salad or some such, but my mama made them all with sweet pickles, and we seem to have only dills over here. So, I decided to experiment. I made a heavy sugar water solution, added a little vinegar, chopped up some baby dills, soaked them for a couple of hours and gave them a taste. The typical pickling spice flavor is not there, but I made potato salad and it wasn't bad. We had it, grilled chicken and salad for a late lunch before going to class, so I wouldn't have to mess with dinner after getting home. A handful of trail mix and a piece of fruit took care of dinner.
We were later getting home than usual because we decided to try a different bus, thinking it went to our stop. It went to the main bus station instead, so we knew we would have to transfer. That's when bus passes come in handy. There is a big Iki in the shopping area right there, so we went in for the one thing we needed - milk. I discovered a couple of treasures that I don't see at little Iki - frozen green peas, a can of corn for an approximation of Mexican bean salad, (Thank you, Mark and Sandy.) and a jar of bubbles to share with our little friend, Joris. Neither unflavored tortilla chips nor corn tortillas so I could bake my own were available. I could have bought barbecued, tomato flavored or cheese flavored chips, but even I have to draw the line somewhere. I have some flour ones, but don't know if I can turn them into vehicles for salsa. I'm thinking it would lead to a load of wash.
Oh, time for a reminder that my spell check still only speaks Lithuanian, and I've forgotten how to spell.
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