Up at 6:30 to get ready for water aerobics. It was a pleasant morning, if a little cool. Saw a spectacular sunrise on the way to the college...bright red-orange sky with a smattering of violet clouds.
Twenty-two of us attended the session today. The water was wonderful, as usual.
Back home, once I was ready for the day, I did this and that for the rest of the morning. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house mid-morning, and then he ran a few errands.
After lunch, Mother headed to the couch for a nap, and I reviewed today's ESL lesson. Went to the college to meet my student at 2:20, but by 2:40, when she hadn't arrived yet, I called her husband. He said she had left a while ago, and should have been there by now. Would I please call him back, if she didn't arrive within fifteen minutes? Yes, I would.
But she did arrive shortly, bringing with her a bouquet of fall flowers, a greeting card, and a container of homemade veggie dip. She always manages to one-up me in gift-giving exchanges.
I didn't bring a gift today, but I did lend her the book, "Color Me Beautiful," which helps women chose colors to wear that enhance their skin tones. The book divides women into the four seasons, and helps them decide if they should wear "cool" colors, or "warm" colors. As an autumn, I wear warm colors. The student is a winter, and looks best in the cool colors of winter.
We spent a lot of time in conversation today, so we didn't cover much ground in the lesson book. Today she mentioned that she is now enrolled in a GED night class, which she is studying in English. Her teacher is very surprised at how well she is doing in English, after such a short time studying the languaage.
We spoke of many other things, too, mostly involving family. We have a lot in common, and enjoy sharing our lives. I have become not only her teacher, but her confidant. In fact, a handwritten message in the card she gave me with the bouquet, expressed that I am her best friend "in this country." Of course, her best friend of many years lives in Venezuela. She anticipates her Venezuelan friend will soon visit her in the U.S., and she is anxious for me to meet her.
In the lesson, the student learned vocabulary using "as far as," and "until." "He walked as far as the lake." "He lived in Canada until 1980."
She also learned two-word verbs with "up." "Drink up your milk." "Clean up your room."
The lesson ended with the use of "but...anyway." "She doesn't like TV, but she watches it anyway." "It was raining, but they went camping, anyway."
Back home, Hubbie had heated the-week-in-review leftovers for our supper. After supper, I accompanied Mother to her house, and waited until she showered before I returned home.
Spent the rest of the evening in various tasks, and then watched TV, including the third Presidential Debate, until bedtime.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Sunday, Oct. 21
Slept late, until around 8 a.m. Skipped my exercises, as usual on Sundays. Got dressed right away, while Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, because we needed to begin food preparations. Made a batch of autumn stew, and a recipe of butternut squash soup.
For lunch, though, we had deli rotisserie chicken, with Parmesan potatoes, and whole kernel corn.
While we enjoyed lunch, we watched a movie on DVD from the library..."Is Anybody There?" a 2009 British film starring Michael Caine. Caine plays an elderly man, who lives in an old folks home run by an 11-year-old boy's parents. The boy is determined to discover what happens after a person dies. The old man is a jaded magician, because he lost his wife before he could say goodbye and ask for forgiveness for a transgression. The boy is convinced the old man can help him solve the problem of the hereafter. Lessons are learned.
Following lunch, Mother headed to the couch for a nap, while Hubbie and I ran errands...to the library to drop off the four DVDs we borrowed last week; to the WDCS for groceries; and to a department store to pick up intimate apparel for Mother.
Adventure at the WDCS: when I walked in the door, the alarm went off. What the heck? This was the second time an alarm has gone off when I entered a store...the first time was at a lingerie shop in another town recently.
I stopped inside and talked with the door greeter, who said something in my purse was setting off the alarm. I opened my purse to show him the inside. Is the purse new, he wondered? No, it's about fifteen years old. Is the billfold new? he wondered. No.
"Let's go to the other side of the store, so I can solve your problem for you," he said.
At that end of the store, he ran an electronic scanner over my purse. Sure enough, it alarmed. So I began taking things out one at a time, so he could scan them. It wasn't the billfold. It wasn't the cell phone. It wasn't the tin of breath mints. It wasn't the pen-like spray container of hand sanitizer, the lipsticks, the little pill carriers, the pens or pencils, the little emergency light that flashes when I push a button on it. It wasn't the tiny magifying glass, it wasn't my car keys, it wasn't the handheld electronic game, it wasn't the change purse, and it wasn't the little notepads.
The last thing to come out was a little purse mirror in a case. It set the alarm off. How could a mirror set off an alarm? The door greeter looked at it and found a little pocket in it that contained an ID card. On the back of the card was a raised strip. That was the culprit.
I've had that little mirror forever, and carried it in my summer purse. It never set off an alarm before!
Several folks were gathered to see what I had in my purse that set the alarm off, and we all had a good laugh. The door greeter said that now if I wanted to get attention when I came in the door, I'd have to wave my arms and shout.
Funny: leaving the WDCS parking lot, I warned Hubbie that someone was trying to back out. The car was nearly hidden beside a truck, which reminded us of the time that Hubbie backed into a truck trying to exit the parking lot. Our van was parked beside a big honking truck, too, so neither we, nor the person driving the truck in the lane, could see each other.
This made me think of all the other things Hubbie has backed into: a truck, a car, a fence, a tree, a light pole, and a ditch.
"Well, at least they were all different things," I said.
"I try not to make the same mistake twice," Hubbie laughed.
Back home, Mother was still napping, but she awoke around 4:30. She was ready to go home about 5:30, so I accompanied her.
At home, I threw some laundry in the washer, and then Hubbie and I watched TV...a movie called, "Fear." A sixteen-year-old girl falls for a twenty-something guy, who ends up terrorizing her family.
For lunch, though, we had deli rotisserie chicken, with Parmesan potatoes, and whole kernel corn.
While we enjoyed lunch, we watched a movie on DVD from the library..."Is Anybody There?" a 2009 British film starring Michael Caine. Caine plays an elderly man, who lives in an old folks home run by an 11-year-old boy's parents. The boy is determined to discover what happens after a person dies. The old man is a jaded magician, because he lost his wife before he could say goodbye and ask for forgiveness for a transgression. The boy is convinced the old man can help him solve the problem of the hereafter. Lessons are learned.
Following lunch, Mother headed to the couch for a nap, while Hubbie and I ran errands...to the library to drop off the four DVDs we borrowed last week; to the WDCS for groceries; and to a department store to pick up intimate apparel for Mother.
Adventure at the WDCS: when I walked in the door, the alarm went off. What the heck? This was the second time an alarm has gone off when I entered a store...the first time was at a lingerie shop in another town recently.
I stopped inside and talked with the door greeter, who said something in my purse was setting off the alarm. I opened my purse to show him the inside. Is the purse new, he wondered? No, it's about fifteen years old. Is the billfold new? he wondered. No.
"Let's go to the other side of the store, so I can solve your problem for you," he said.
At that end of the store, he ran an electronic scanner over my purse. Sure enough, it alarmed. So I began taking things out one at a time, so he could scan them. It wasn't the billfold. It wasn't the cell phone. It wasn't the tin of breath mints. It wasn't the pen-like spray container of hand sanitizer, the lipsticks, the little pill carriers, the pens or pencils, the little emergency light that flashes when I push a button on it. It wasn't the tiny magifying glass, it wasn't my car keys, it wasn't the handheld electronic game, it wasn't the change purse, and it wasn't the little notepads.
The last thing to come out was a little purse mirror in a case. It set the alarm off. How could a mirror set off an alarm? The door greeter looked at it and found a little pocket in it that contained an ID card. On the back of the card was a raised strip. That was the culprit.
I've had that little mirror forever, and carried it in my summer purse. It never set off an alarm before!
Several folks were gathered to see what I had in my purse that set the alarm off, and we all had a good laugh. The door greeter said that now if I wanted to get attention when I came in the door, I'd have to wave my arms and shout.
Funny: leaving the WDCS parking lot, I warned Hubbie that someone was trying to back out. The car was nearly hidden beside a truck, which reminded us of the time that Hubbie backed into a truck trying to exit the parking lot. Our van was parked beside a big honking truck, too, so neither we, nor the person driving the truck in the lane, could see each other.
This made me think of all the other things Hubbie has backed into: a truck, a car, a fence, a tree, a light pole, and a ditch.
"Well, at least they were all different things," I said.
"I try not to make the same mistake twice," Hubbie laughed.
Back home, Mother was still napping, but she awoke around 4:30. She was ready to go home about 5:30, so I accompanied her.
At home, I threw some laundry in the washer, and then Hubbie and I watched TV...a movie called, "Fear." A sixteen-year-old girl falls for a twenty-something guy, who ends up terrorizing her family.
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