I don't know what happened to blogsppot, but for a couple of days there, things didn't post and then day 109 disappeared. It came back today, twice. Technology. It wasn't a great loss for me, because I just put my fingers on the keys and ramble without the need to stop to draw breath or take conversational turns. My favorite blogger, however, lost a major project on Thursday. She sets a beautiful table herself, takes pictures for the blog and invites fellow bloggers to do the same and post them to her blog. Unfortunately, the burp or hiccough or whatever it was made all that hard work vanish. I don't know how real bloggers do things, but it must have been disappointing to all concerned. Her work also reappeared, so all is well, You might want to check out her blog if you like to see elegant, traditional decorating. She does things as I would do them if I had her eye, and her energy. Until recently she did the blog while working full time as a caseworker for the elderly. Between Naps on the Porch is the name of her blog. It is amazing.
I slept in this morning and headed out to the market for fruit, veggies and meat. We are going to be eating a boat load of mushrooms because I somehow thought that a kilo was sort of a pound. I was so proud that I thought to use the word, too bad I didn't know what it meant. When I got home, Del commented that I had bought a lot of mushrooms and got a laugh when I said that mushrooms are even lighter than I thought because this was only a kilo. He was somewhat surprised when he asked me how much I thought a kilo was and I said around a pound. I also bought a kilo of strawberries, but not a kilo of garlic, bless my heart.
After a lunch of blt's, we set out for a walk around the neighborhood. The little carts around the square have really multiplied. A young woman told us it was because today was the beginning of the cruise ship season. Most of the carts were selling amber items, but one woman was selling knitted and felted items. I asked if she gave lessons, but she said she was an art teacher in secondary school. I asked if she knew anyone who gave lessons and she got out her needle felting tools and gave me a demonstration. We continued talking about this and that and it turns out that her daughter returned from NY yesterday after graduating from The New School. She originally went as a Fulbrighter but after that funding was over she worked in a restaurant and was a nanny to continue her education. I told her that we were here because Del is a Fulbrighter and the next thing you know, she gave me her card and invited me to come to her flat to learn to make felt and fabric flowers. I was so excited. She also gave me a demonstration on how to wear the scarf I bought. I don't know where all the reserved people who supposedly populate Lithuania have gone. I've been looking, thinking they must be here somewhere.
Del started feeling a little gimpy so we cut our walk a little shorter than planned. He thinks he stepped on a cobblestone wrong. We stopped by the IKI for water and were in the line behind a woman with a little boy about 2 years old. He started flirting with me, and we had a fine game of peek a boo and uh oh. I am not a good influence on Lithuanian children who are expected to be quite grown up.
Our friend Audrone emailed to share good news. Her husband Vladas won first prize in a competition for designers of ecologically friendly houses. He has won quite a few awards for such a young man.
Niece Sarah mentioned Thai food on FB, and I could not get it off my mind, so we went over to the Thai Fun for dinner. It is not particularly authentic, but then again, neither is the Thai restaurant in Douglasville. Their mojitos are quite authentic, however, and I do love a mojito. Del does too, actually. My drinking tastes do run up the dinner bill. Beer is as cheap or cheaper than bottled water, but wine and liquor are expensive, but only by Lithuanian standards. Our bill, with appetizer, two entrees and two mojitos was 82 litas - which is about $34. Then there was the tip, of course, but still. The mojitos were 18 litas each, by the way, only a lita or two less than the entrees.
Tomorrow I will have to wash everything that is dirty because there is a sign on the green door that we think says no hot water from the 16th through the 20th. I need to get down there and double check with the dictionary to be sure. Minor inconvenience when you consider the flooding people are going through, of course.
Happy weekend.
Note: And I thought I didn't learn mudh in Lithuanain class. No hot water. Second time in a couple of months.
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