Within the last few days, I have:
1. learned Russian for "butterfly," ("Babutchka"--"Babushka" is Grandma), and heard it for many other things, such as "I don't want to," "lets do ___," "this is," but unfortunately I can't repeat them all.
2. reconnected with my inner horsy nature. Neigh!
3. seen my former dentist as Gloucester in a Shakespeare in the Park. Don't quit your day job (actually, Edmund was pretty evil, and Lear enjoyable--he reminded me a bit of a mad Bilbo Baggins). The best part was right after intermission, when a small boy wandered through the lights, with a small "Daddy?" picked up by the microphones. The ducks also waddled through inimitably.
4. fallen in love. He has wonderful eyes and a wonderful smile, even if he only has six teeth. We don't speak the same language, but we can communicate easily. Unfortunately, he's about 20 years + 10 mos. younger than I am. And then, I may have to keep fighting my sister and all other females for his attention...
Yes, we have missionaries visiting (yay!). Mariya is 2 1/2 and speaks both languages (her mother is Russian), sometimes at the same time. Oh, that I had so much energy! And Lord Peter the Great is walking around in his race car and putting everything in his mouth. They are dolls--and I got to babysit in the nursery today. =) He wasn't very happy to see me, though--he had just fallen asleep when I took him away from his mother, and he opened his eyes and knew I was not her. Oh, well...
