Day 116 Del's Last Class Day

Thursday was another of those days where I was too tired from doing to write about it.  I got up early to make food for Del to take to his last class meeting.  Mushroom palmieres, spelling may be wrong, but the technique is from Barefoot Contessa, American style kepta duana (cheese, mayonaise, garlic and onion rolled up in tesla), pesto parmesan twists and a mint chocolate marscapone dip.  Some of the students were curious about the recipes and the use of puff pastry for things other than sweets.  I told them I thought I could probably build a house if I had enough tesla sheets.  I got done cooking just in time to get my cold shower and shampoo and get ready to go to school.  Del got his shower about a half hour after me, and had hot water.  Where is the justice?

We knew that there was to be coffee after his class and they wanted me to come and sign the certificates for my class, but neither of us realized that they were having a real party with my students as well as Del's.  We added the food we had brought to the party food they had provided and had a really good time.  There were toasts and gifts and little speeches.  My students gave me a necklace, bracelet and pin made of felted wool.  Two of the students made it, and I was so touched because they had heard me say how much I love  felted art and remembered.  I confess to some tears.  Del's class gave him an amber tree  and  an amber decorated letter opener and a book about the University.  We were honored that they came out for the party.

 Audrone had to bring Joris with her because Vladas had to go to get his award from the Architects group.  I had emailed her that I would be glad to stay with him while she went to class if he woudn[\'t mind.  He was okay with that, and we had a good time, reading books, and playing in the school courtyard with bubbles and playing hide and seek.  I thought it interesting that a student stood at the window for about 15 minutes watching us play.  Maybe he was not accustomed to seeing little old ladies squating down behind bushes and jumping out at a small child.  Anyhow, at the party, after the first toast, Joris started to talk.  They said  he was saying a little poem.  We don't know why, maybe he just thought it was what was expected of everyone.

We had lots of fun, but we will miss everyone.