Saturday, November 10, 2012

To heir is human; to sleep, divan

Masha is here for the night, so I guess I get the couch again.  I picked her up after her English class.  She was all packed and ready, loaded with hobby stuff.  Two classes in greeting card making turned her into a pretty good little crafty-type.  I've seen some of her cards and they are quite good for a nine year old.

Babushka has caught the bug, being quite artsy in her own right.  We are going to Dnipro next week so she can go to a big craft store there and buy "stuff".  She has been twice to a small shop here in town so the two of them are now scattered knee-deep across the living room.  We had been running short of little pieces of paper but I think we will be OK now.

We'd been in town earlier in the day for groceries.  We got about three blocks from home when Tanya realized she had forgotten her wallet.  She has a lot of things to remember to keep us organized so her wallet or mobile phone or list often get missed.  I just have to remember where I left the car last.  As to the essentials, I simply cross myself (spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch) and away we go.

Velika Kshenia (Big Spoon in Ukrainian) has their Christmas  New Year's stuff out. This year we are going to look for outdoor lights.  Maybe when we are in Dnipro. We have not seen them in previous years.

There are a couple of light arrangements I would like to try but am not sure they would be appreciated.



8 comments:

  1. Now I'm all inspired to go and put up some lights. Still laughing!

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    1. I love people with imagination and nerve.

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  2. I hope you have a good weekend, BF. And I trust the patter of little feet will not keep you away from your divan sleep.

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    1. I slept downstairs and opened the window WIDE. Slept like the dead. Tanya is certain I am going to die of pneumonia.

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  3. I trust Tanya got her wallet back. I dream about losing my wallet. And it's not a good dream.

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    1. Barb, she left it at home. It is her bank card she forgets in town and we have all done that, I expect.

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  4. A number of years ago my wife and I lived in an Indian village that was road accessible and about one hundred and fifty miles north of Fairbanks, Alaska. During the winter we decided to make a trip into Fairbanks in our one ton, four wheel drive, winch equipped truck to buy groceries. The one lane snow covered dirt road was a hazardous drive. We got about fifty miles from the village and I realized I did not have my billfold. We had to find a place to turn around and head back to the village - we canceled the trip. Needless to say someone in the truck with me was not very happy.
    the Ol-Buzzard

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    1. You see, Ol'Buzzard, you forgot to cross yourself.

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