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So, there you are, smart people. All who participated guessed some sort of hat, and it is indeed a hat. Brother in Law Walter says they are called sock hats in Germany. I'm sorry that we don't have Rosa or Moonpie to model as David does, but that's the way it is. Del and I did our feeble best. The hat is knit in the round in a ribbed pattern to form a stretchy tube with each end shaped into a crown and closed. I suppose the purpose is to make it double layered for warmth. It also allows some variety in how it can be formed once it is on the head, depending on how far up you stuff the end. I find that I usually end up sticking this hat in one pocket and a lighter hat in the other so I can switch off wearing them depending on how hot it is at a particular moment of the day. Yesterday I wore it most of the day with my hood on top of that.
Today was a quiet day. It was so cold this morning that we did not go out until church at 5, so, of course, I had a sofa nap, and did a load of laundry and studied Lithuanian.
It had gotten up to the 20's by the time we left the flat. After church we went back next door to the Yellow Submarine for pizza and more importantly, more hot chocolate with filberts. Yum. We also shared a salad with "mould" cheese. We could tell from the picture that it was blue cheese, so we felt pretty safe in ordering. Once again we brought home enough pizza for another meal. You know how I love that.
Have a great week!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Day 19 Palanga Stinta (Smelt) Festival
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That's right. The delicate snow and cold weather hating flower spent a good part of the day at a fish festival in temperatures that started at 16 degrees F. and ended at 25 degrees F. with the wind chill being 12 degrees.
(I never got to the Peanut Festival or the Pork Festival in Va., but maybe I will, one day. Then I can sweat instead of shake.) When we got up, we thought we might just chuck the whole idea because it was so cold and snowing like crazy, but our colleague called to say that it was sunny in Palanga and we should still come. We bundled up and walked to the bus stop to go to the city bus station to catch a bus for the 30 minute ride to Palanga. Our friend met us at the station and we walked to the beginning of the festival which stretched for nearly a mile on either side of of the main street to the sea. It really reminded me of the sort of things we would see at festivals at home; some crafts were quite beautifully made, and some not so much. We also saw all sorts of breads, fancy candies, smoked pork products and fish. They had grilled fish, fried fish, fish soup. dried and smoked fish to buy, hot beer and on and on. People were sitting at tables out in that cold eating lunch.
Daiva suggested that we go to a nice fish restaurant where it was warm to have our lunch, and we hurridly agreed before she changed her mind. Her husband met us there and we had a wonderful time. We had fish soup and lightly fried stintas, or smelt, with a squirt of lemon . I think everyone in the restaurant was having the same thing. The soup was quite delicate. Chunks of cod, and a piece of potato in a fish broth that had only the mild flavor of fish - no onion, garlic or anything I could taste. A tiny bit of fresh dill had been snipped on top. We ate the fish with our fingers, bones and all. We topped it all off with hot black currant wine, Latvian style. Yummy!
We almost got to see the Polar Bear swim, but the pier was closed for renovation, and we couldn't see beyond the crowd. We did see a few wet people all bundled up in coats and sweat pants as they walked back from their dip. Bless their hearts. If I understood, they do it for fun, not for charity as niece Sarah and Miles did.
By then it was getting late, it was snowing again, and we were ready to head home. We walked back to the bus station where Daiva suggested we take a small private bus that was leaving before the regular bus. She was insistant that she would not leave until we were on our way, we agreed, but I really prefer the real bus. Somehow I figure they are safer, etc., but I slept most of the half hour home, so I must not have been too worried.
We got home safely and immediately made hot Nestles Quick. Believe me, it was not hot chocolate Yellow Submarine Pizza Style.
It was such a wonderful day, despite the cold. Now if only there are fireworks.
That's right. The delicate snow and cold weather hating flower spent a good part of the day at a fish festival in temperatures that started at 16 degrees F. and ended at 25 degrees F. with the wind chill being 12 degrees.
(I never got to the Peanut Festival or the Pork Festival in Va., but maybe I will, one day. Then I can sweat instead of shake.) When we got up, we thought we might just chuck the whole idea because it was so cold and snowing like crazy, but our colleague called to say that it was sunny in Palanga and we should still come. We bundled up and walked to the bus stop to go to the city bus station to catch a bus for the 30 minute ride to Palanga. Our friend met us at the station and we walked to the beginning of the festival which stretched for nearly a mile on either side of of the main street to the sea. It really reminded me of the sort of things we would see at festivals at home; some crafts were quite beautifully made, and some not so much. We also saw all sorts of breads, fancy candies, smoked pork products and fish. They had grilled fish, fried fish, fish soup. dried and smoked fish to buy, hot beer and on and on. People were sitting at tables out in that cold eating lunch.
Daiva suggested that we go to a nice fish restaurant where it was warm to have our lunch, and we hurridly agreed before she changed her mind. Her husband met us there and we had a wonderful time. We had fish soup and lightly fried stintas, or smelt, with a squirt of lemon . I think everyone in the restaurant was having the same thing. The soup was quite delicate. Chunks of cod, and a piece of potato in a fish broth that had only the mild flavor of fish - no onion, garlic or anything I could taste. A tiny bit of fresh dill had been snipped on top. We ate the fish with our fingers, bones and all. We topped it all off with hot black currant wine, Latvian style. Yummy!
We almost got to see the Polar Bear swim, but the pier was closed for renovation, and we couldn't see beyond the crowd. We did see a few wet people all bundled up in coats and sweat pants as they walked back from their dip. Bless their hearts. If I understood, they do it for fun, not for charity as niece Sarah and Miles did.
By then it was getting late, it was snowing again, and we were ready to head home. We walked back to the bus station where Daiva suggested we take a small private bus that was leaving before the regular bus. She was insistant that she would not leave until we were on our way, we agreed, but I really prefer the real bus. Somehow I figure they are safer, etc., but I slept most of the half hour home, so I must not have been too worried.
We got home safely and immediately made hot Nestles Quick. Believe me, it was not hot chocolate Yellow Submarine Pizza Style.
It was such a wonderful day, despite the cold. Now if only there are fireworks.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Day 18 Busy, Busy Day
Del took today's pictures at the main campus of Klaipeda University. It was built at the beginning of the 20th century and survived WW2. It originally was for the Lithuanian army, but various armies took it over, including the Soviets during the "Soviet Times", as they call it. One of my history teachers in elementary school would have probably called it the "late unpleasantness." That's how she referred to what we were taught to call the War Between the States.
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Del also took a couple of pictures of my shawl, which looks much better in person. The technique is wet felting, by the way.
We went to the campus for our first Lithuanian language lesson. There are 4 of us in the class, 2 of whom are students from Italy who are majoring in languages. The other 2 of us just hope to keep our noses above water. The whole head is too much to expect. The teacher and the boys assured us that we would not hold them back, but I made them promise they would let us know if we started to. We went over a few phrases, but mainly concentrated on understanding the alphabet. I like the little diacritical marks they use to help with pronunciation. We could use a few of those in English. We will meet on Tuesday and Friday.
We went to class all dressed up because we had been invited to attend the 20th anniversary of the founding of the University. It was a beautiful thing to watch. The presidents of other universities in the country were there in their splendid academic regalia. They seemed almost Medieval. One even had an ermine cape. Del has always said that attending his brother in law's graduation when he was a kid and seeing the robes made him want to work on a college campus, but I have never seen anything as elaborate as those we saw today.
Students dressed in traditional Lithuanian garb assisted when gifts were given or presentations made, and I have to say, these folks know how to make a pageant out of awarding an honorary degree. The honoree was the President of Latvia, a doctor who is considered a hero because of his work after Chernobyl (remember that my spell check only speaks Lithuaninan.) His field is trauma and orthopedics, I believe.
The business part of the event lasted a couple of hours. Daiva, our guardian angel, was afraid we would be bored because of the language barrier. We weren't, because there was so much to see. Besides, they probably said about the same things that would have said at any of the university events I've attended for the last gazillion years. Then the students and faculty of the music and dance departments performed for an hour. They were quite good and the program was quite varied - jazz, opera, classical piano, traditional instruments, traditional dance and a jazz dance production.
After that, we went upstairs to a reception. They served wine and yummy canapes. They used mirrors of various shapes as serving trays. Everything was lovely.
NOW, BEFORE YOU ASK, WE DID TAKE OUR CAMERA, BUT TAKING PICTURES WASN'T WELCOMED . There were quite a few professionals there taking pictures, so perhaps I will be able to link you up to the University's coverage of the event so you can see the costume if you like.
I was surprised, and a little alarmed, at how casual security for the Latvian president was handled. We had to show our invitations at the front door, but no other forms of identification and there was no type of screening. I happened to look to my left at one point during the reception. and the president of Latvia was standing just at my elbow talking to someone. There was a large, very large, man wearing an ear piece and talking to his wrist right behind him, but that was the extent of security as far as I could see.
Oh, the Lithuanians have a clever way of handling the glass in one hand, plate in the other, how do I shake hands dilemma. They greet each other and click their glasses together. Cool, huh?
Only one more day until we reveal the identity of the knitted thingy. Don't miss your chance to not win the prize.
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/KlAIPEDAUNIV2?authkey=Gv1sRgCP-4sf3-o7ytcw
Del also took a couple of pictures of my shawl, which looks much better in person. The technique is wet felting, by the way.
We went to the campus for our first Lithuanian language lesson. There are 4 of us in the class, 2 of whom are students from Italy who are majoring in languages. The other 2 of us just hope to keep our noses above water. The whole head is too much to expect. The teacher and the boys assured us that we would not hold them back, but I made them promise they would let us know if we started to. We went over a few phrases, but mainly concentrated on understanding the alphabet. I like the little diacritical marks they use to help with pronunciation. We could use a few of those in English. We will meet on Tuesday and Friday.
We went to class all dressed up because we had been invited to attend the 20th anniversary of the founding of the University. It was a beautiful thing to watch. The presidents of other universities in the country were there in their splendid academic regalia. They seemed almost Medieval. One even had an ermine cape. Del has always said that attending his brother in law's graduation when he was a kid and seeing the robes made him want to work on a college campus, but I have never seen anything as elaborate as those we saw today.
Students dressed in traditional Lithuanian garb assisted when gifts were given or presentations made, and I have to say, these folks know how to make a pageant out of awarding an honorary degree. The honoree was the President of Latvia, a doctor who is considered a hero because of his work after Chernobyl (remember that my spell check only speaks Lithuaninan.) His field is trauma and orthopedics, I believe.
The business part of the event lasted a couple of hours. Daiva, our guardian angel, was afraid we would be bored because of the language barrier. We weren't, because there was so much to see. Besides, they probably said about the same things that would have said at any of the university events I've attended for the last gazillion years. Then the students and faculty of the music and dance departments performed for an hour. They were quite good and the program was quite varied - jazz, opera, classical piano, traditional instruments, traditional dance and a jazz dance production.
After that, we went upstairs to a reception. They served wine and yummy canapes. They used mirrors of various shapes as serving trays. Everything was lovely.
NOW, BEFORE YOU ASK, WE DID TAKE OUR CAMERA, BUT TAKING PICTURES WASN'T WELCOMED . There were quite a few professionals there taking pictures, so perhaps I will be able to link you up to the University's coverage of the event so you can see the costume if you like.
I was surprised, and a little alarmed, at how casual security for the Latvian president was handled. We had to show our invitations at the front door, but no other forms of identification and there was no type of screening. I happened to look to my left at one point during the reception. and the president of Latvia was standing just at my elbow talking to someone. There was a large, very large, man wearing an ear piece and talking to his wrist right behind him, but that was the extent of security as far as I could see.
Oh, the Lithuanians have a clever way of handling the glass in one hand, plate in the other, how do I shake hands dilemma. They greet each other and click their glasses together. Cool, huh?
Only one more day until we reveal the identity of the knitted thingy. Don't miss your chance to not win the prize.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Day 17 Can You Identify This Knitted Thingy?
Today was a slow news day, so I decided to offer you a little quiz. I took a picture of something I bought the other day at the open air market. Can you guess what it is? No prize, just the satisfaction of knowing you are way too smart. I will let you in on the secret in a day or two, so put your guesses in the comment section.
Del had a double seminar today, so I had the place to myself from 1 to 6:30 or so. I did some laundry and then went to the Iki for some bread and such like. When I got home, I pulled out the ham broth and bits and pieces of ham to make soup. There was so much broth I decided to make 2 kinds and freeze the left overs. There was cilantro, at a price, in the store today, so I made ham, bean and barley soup with a Mexican attitude, using a few shakes frm a taco seasoning packet to substitute for spices I did not find at the little Iki.
It worked great. Then I experimented with a package of frozen borscht vegetables, cabbaage, potatoes, and barley. Both soups had canned tomatoes, onions and lots of garlic. The cabbage soup didn't seem quite right so I added a glug of flavored venegar. I was surprised that Del chose the cabbage.
Does anyone know what I did to make my computer erase letters when I try to correct my mistakes instead of letting me inject a new letter in the middle of the word or add a space when I forgot one? More importantly, does anyone know what I can do to make it stop? I feel as though today's post is trying to do away with itself. Which reminds me, does anyone remember ink eradicator (sp?)? My aunt Ruby used o use it to make corrections in her grade book, back before the flood. I thought it was a miracle.
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/GuessWhatThisIs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbGx4-wyNmDrwE
Del had a double seminar today, so I had the place to myself from 1 to 6:30 or so. I did some laundry and then went to the Iki for some bread and such like. When I got home, I pulled out the ham broth and bits and pieces of ham to make soup. There was so much broth I decided to make 2 kinds and freeze the left overs. There was cilantro, at a price, in the store today, so I made ham, bean and barley soup with a Mexican attitude, using a few shakes frm a taco seasoning packet to substitute for spices I did not find at the little Iki.
It worked great. Then I experimented with a package of frozen borscht vegetables, cabbaage, potatoes, and barley. Both soups had canned tomatoes, onions and lots of garlic. The cabbage soup didn't seem quite right so I added a glug of flavored venegar. I was surprised that Del chose the cabbage.
Does anyone know what I did to make my computer erase letters when I try to correct my mistakes instead of letting me inject a new letter in the middle of the word or add a space when I forgot one? More importantly, does anyone know what I can do to make it stop? I feel as though today's post is trying to do away with itself. Which reminds me, does anyone remember ink eradicator (sp?)? My aunt Ruby used o use it to make corrections in her grade book, back before the flood. I thought it was a miracle.
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/GuessWhatThisIs?authkey=Gv1sRgCKbGx4-wyNmDrwE
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Day 16 - They Came Back
Believe it or not, my class members did indeed show up today. The technical masters, as they are called, had gotten my computer programs installed , so I was glad to be able to demonstrate how to use them for practice on their own. I also learned, no laughing people, how to hook the computer to some sort of projector thingy so that the info from my computer screen appeared on a large screen. Who knew? Before long I'll be doing power points like any self respecting second grader. It did take me awhile to figure out that I could use the cursor as a pointer instead of using my walking stick. I suppose I could also have borrowed the light pointer Del brought. The advanced class seemed to go rather well, but I don't feel as comfortable with the beginning class. We will all keep struggling along together.
Del came in to meet me after class so Daiva could drive us to the main campus to meet the head of the English Dept. and see where our Lithuanian language class will be held. We hope there will not be a scheduling problem because of our work days, but we will find out on Friday. There will be 2 Italian exchange students and us.
If I repeat myself, forgive me, just as you do at home, where I do it routinely, but the Lithuanian way of making coffee outside of restaurants is interesting to me. We always have a cup of coffee in the department office and lovely candy whenever we come there. You spoon regular coffee into a cup and then just pour water over it and wait for it to settle. Then you drink it carefully to avoid getting grounds in your teeth. I'm still working on that part. My favorite candy is a coconut covered ball filled with coconut cream and a small chunk of coconut, or at least I think it is coconut, in the center. I saw them in the store the other day but dragged myself away without buying any.
There was time between my classes today for me to get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop in the building. It is delicious with all that fuzzy milk on top. The coffee shop lady loves me. Daiva had told her how much I had enjoyed the things we have eaten there, so when I ordered a pastry, she shook her head "no" and explained by pointing, making "you're out" type gestures and finally by writing yesterday's date on a piece of paper that they were not freshly made and I shouldn't get one. She had also guided me away from a lunch selection I made last week because something else was more special, and she thought I would enjoy it more.
Tomorrow, I am going out to buy a frying pan. When I say I used every pan in the house to make dinner tonight - bacon and eggs - it is only a slight overstatement. Our present frying plan is only a 7 incher. I was barely able to squeeze in 2 pieces of talapia last night.
Del came in to meet me after class so Daiva could drive us to the main campus to meet the head of the English Dept. and see where our Lithuanian language class will be held. We hope there will not be a scheduling problem because of our work days, but we will find out on Friday. There will be 2 Italian exchange students and us.
If I repeat myself, forgive me, just as you do at home, where I do it routinely, but the Lithuanian way of making coffee outside of restaurants is interesting to me. We always have a cup of coffee in the department office and lovely candy whenever we come there. You spoon regular coffee into a cup and then just pour water over it and wait for it to settle. Then you drink it carefully to avoid getting grounds in your teeth. I'm still working on that part. My favorite candy is a coconut covered ball filled with coconut cream and a small chunk of coconut, or at least I think it is coconut, in the center. I saw them in the store the other day but dragged myself away without buying any.
There was time between my classes today for me to get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop in the building. It is delicious with all that fuzzy milk on top. The coffee shop lady loves me. Daiva had told her how much I had enjoyed the things we have eaten there, so when I ordered a pastry, she shook her head "no" and explained by pointing, making "you're out" type gestures and finally by writing yesterday's date on a piece of paper that they were not freshly made and I shouldn't get one. She had also guided me away from a lunch selection I made last week because something else was more special, and she thought I would enjoy it more.
Tomorrow, I am going out to buy a frying pan. When I say I used every pan in the house to make dinner tonight - bacon and eggs - it is only a slight overstatement. Our present frying plan is only a 7 incher. I was barely able to squeeze in 2 pieces of talapia last night.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Day 15 - To Market, To Market
Today was a cold and blustery day, as they say, but I promised myself I would find the Old Market, and stubborn as Robinsons turned Williamses can be, off I went in spite of the weather. It was only dripping when I left, but the wind was gusting hard enough to actually push a humity hum hum pound woman right along whether she wanted to go or not. It was during one of these gusts that I experienced my first fall. The street looked clear but wet in that area, and I was not taking the care I should have while looking for my destination. Fortunately, my new hiking stick dug in and helped me fall on my knees instead of my rear. One knee is a little scabby, but my pants are not torn. That's the important part. I can most likely grow more skin easier than I can find new pants. I found the market with no trouble. When I saw our suspender man, he greeted me like an old friend, until I asked to take his picture. His wife said "Why you want take picture?' I told her because he had sold my husband the suspenders, and they agreed. When I went inside to the food portion of the market, I only took pictures of the flowers, so as not to offend. We will take pictures of each other in front of the interesting meats next time we go together.
I also went to the Humana shop where I bought a light parka for myself. My long down coat will be too hot before long, and the travel raincoat will not be warm enough. It is a men's jacket, but a parka is pretty much a parka, and all the women's jackets were too small.
By the time I started home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse - sleeting as well as blowing. It was 36 degrees but had a windchill of 25. I should tell you that I found the market more than once today, but only one time was on purpose. The others had to do with getting lefts and rights mixed up while I tried to find my way home. Funny how that can turn into a circle, or circles. I had my cell phone, but was determined to get home without calling Del for help. I'm proud to say that I did, but the down coat and leather gloves were wet through by the time I got there. Hopefully they will be dry by the time to leave for class tomorrow morning.
The link is to my pictures, taken by me, if you can believe it. Tracy said that the ones I put up the other day were the first she had seen in 20 years. Unfortunately, that is true. We like to look at pictures, but are pretty pitiful at holding up our end. The clothing pictures you will see from time to time are because Rosa is a budding designer, and we thought she would like to see them.
Oh, I bought a very long ham hock at the market, more like a shank, and cooked it this afternoon. I tasted the meat while taking it off the bone, and it tasted very much like smoked city ham hocks with a touch of garlic. Bean soup on Thursday, I think. They had something that looked like souse, but I did not buy it. Maybe another day. I have read about the slow food movement. Perhaps we are participating in that to some extent. Thank goodness the poultry is not on the hoof!
I also cooked fresh beets to go with our fish tonight. Mother cooked them, because they grew them, but I had forgotten how much better they are than the ones from a can.
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/OldMarket?authkey=Gv1sRgCNK169uz7cP1RQ
I also went to the Humana shop where I bought a light parka for myself. My long down coat will be too hot before long, and the travel raincoat will not be warm enough. It is a men's jacket, but a parka is pretty much a parka, and all the women's jackets were too small.
By the time I started home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse - sleeting as well as blowing. It was 36 degrees but had a windchill of 25. I should tell you that I found the market more than once today, but only one time was on purpose. The others had to do with getting lefts and rights mixed up while I tried to find my way home. Funny how that can turn into a circle, or circles. I had my cell phone, but was determined to get home without calling Del for help. I'm proud to say that I did, but the down coat and leather gloves were wet through by the time I got there. Hopefully they will be dry by the time to leave for class tomorrow morning.
The link is to my pictures, taken by me, if you can believe it. Tracy said that the ones I put up the other day were the first she had seen in 20 years. Unfortunately, that is true. We like to look at pictures, but are pretty pitiful at holding up our end. The clothing pictures you will see from time to time are because Rosa is a budding designer, and we thought she would like to see them.
Oh, I bought a very long ham hock at the market, more like a shank, and cooked it this afternoon. I tasted the meat while taking it off the bone, and it tasted very much like smoked city ham hocks with a touch of garlic. Bean soup on Thursday, I think. They had something that looked like souse, but I did not buy it. Maybe another day. I have read about the slow food movement. Perhaps we are participating in that to some extent. Thank goodness the poultry is not on the hoof!
I also cooked fresh beets to go with our fish tonight. Mother cooked them, because they grew them, but I had forgotten how much better they are than the ones from a can.
https://picasaweb.google.com/118279613107347865536/OldMarket?authkey=Gv1sRgCNK169uz7cP1RQ
Monday, February 7, 2011
Day 14 - How Did It Get Here So Fast?
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This should get you to Del's new pictures. Believe it or not, it only took me 20 minutes to download from the camera and post. The link seems to work. Maybe by the end of our time here I will have a pretty blog illustrated with pictures, or maybe I'll just be glad to have gotten this far.
Del and I went in different directions today. It's kind of nice to know I can go out and get home all by myself. What I cannot do, however, is find the Old Market. It's one of those you can't miss it kind of places, but apparently at least one person can. I am going to try again tomorrow, and I am not coming home until I find it.
My main objective today was to go back to the hiking stick store to see why one of the sticks would not tighten. The nice young man saw the problem and put things right in no time. He assured me he was always happy to help his best clients. I figure that translates to little old ladies who remind him of his grandmother.
Next stop was to the visitor center to try to find out information about the obelisk just across from us. It is called the '"Tower" or "View of the City" and was built in 1990. It depicts a house protected by fairy tale dragons and is considered the symbol of Old Town. There are quite a few small sculptures that we want to find.
I also stopped by the Iki to pick up a few things. The nice young woman there showed me that the handbasket had wheels and could be pulled as well as carried. She seemed so pleased to have made me understand that I had neither the heart nor the words to explain that I prefered to carry it so I would not buy more than was comfortable to carry home.
Moment of confession here. If you have been reading since the beginning, you may remember that I thought a bank person blessed me after I said "achiu" (thank you). I now think that something sounding similar to bless you may be a shortened way of saying you are welcome,or something like that. At least we few are the only ones who know about this.
Moment of confession 2. I discovered today that I have been spelling Del's younger sister's name incorrectly for 45 years and no one ever corrected me. She is a one /n/ Daryl Lyn intead of 2 as I had thought. Older sister is a 2 /n/ Dianne, so I guess I just figured there would be a pattern. Either they are just polite, or with my poor writing, nobody noticed.
Do any of you all feel the way I do about curling up on the sofa or in a favorite chair and drifting off for a little nap before bed? Seems Erma Bombeck (Remember her?) loved to do that too. She apparently said that it was never too late to take a nap because no one should ever have to go to bed tired.
This should get you to Del's new pictures. Believe it or not, it only took me 20 minutes to download from the camera and post. The link seems to work. Maybe by the end of our time here I will have a pretty blog illustrated with pictures, or maybe I'll just be glad to have gotten this far.
Del and I went in different directions today. It's kind of nice to know I can go out and get home all by myself. What I cannot do, however, is find the Old Market. It's one of those you can't miss it kind of places, but apparently at least one person can. I am going to try again tomorrow, and I am not coming home until I find it.
My main objective today was to go back to the hiking stick store to see why one of the sticks would not tighten. The nice young man saw the problem and put things right in no time. He assured me he was always happy to help his best clients. I figure that translates to little old ladies who remind him of his grandmother.
Next stop was to the visitor center to try to find out information about the obelisk just across from us. It is called the '"Tower" or "View of the City" and was built in 1990. It depicts a house protected by fairy tale dragons and is considered the symbol of Old Town. There are quite a few small sculptures that we want to find.
I also stopped by the Iki to pick up a few things. The nice young woman there showed me that the handbasket had wheels and could be pulled as well as carried. She seemed so pleased to have made me understand that I had neither the heart nor the words to explain that I prefered to carry it so I would not buy more than was comfortable to carry home.
Moment of confession here. If you have been reading since the beginning, you may remember that I thought a bank person blessed me after I said "achiu" (thank you). I now think that something sounding similar to bless you may be a shortened way of saying you are welcome,or something like that. At least we few are the only ones who know about this.
Moment of confession 2. I discovered today that I have been spelling Del's younger sister's name incorrectly for 45 years and no one ever corrected me. She is a one /n/ Daryl Lyn intead of 2 as I had thought. Older sister is a 2 /n/ Dianne, so I guess I just figured there would be a pattern. Either they are just polite, or with my poor writing, nobody noticed.
Do any of you all feel the way I do about curling up on the sofa or in a favorite chair and drifting off for a little nap before bed? Seems Erma Bombeck (Remember her?) loved to do that too. She apparently said that it was never too late to take a nap because no one should ever have to go to bed tired.
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