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| Subject: March 29th and all is well |
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Hello everyone. Two quick requests… Would “The White Angel” please identify yourself? And yes, we are pondering what you are pondering, so please stop sniffing the dry erase markers. Thanks!
Sarah is on the road to recovery, so y’all can stop worrying. She thanks you for the flowers and lovely cards. We stupored through our morning (yes, I’m making up words) and then had lunch at a place called Almaty. For Sarah, it was BYOC (bring your own crackers). I had a chicken filet stuffed inside a hash brown.
We are now half-way done with our pre-court visits. Woo-hoo! Asella was very happy today, and was babbling and doing the booty-dance pre-crawl shimmy. She was definitely glad to have mommy back in the fray, and discovered that it’s fun to yank on her nice long hair. She used her hair like reigns, which is good, because we’re trying to teach her that horses should be ridden, not eaten.
Horse is on every menu here. I’m just saying neigh, but DJ has tried it a few nights. Said it tastes like beef. It came with pinto beans and bay leaves. Ha! Get it?
Anyhoo, Asella’s cold appears to be gone, and yes, the outfit you are seeing her in each day is the same. I was told they do wash it, but I’m going to have to start making demands about the aesthetic presentation of our daughter.
Sarah had this look a lot as a kid. A bit mischievous, no?
This afternoon we watched a DVD, and then singed our pupils viewing a partial lunar eclipse. When we were able to see again and find the door, we went to dinner at a lovely café with a snazzy orange plastic palm tree planted in the front. The menu was translated into a rather bastardized version of English. My chicken was supposed to have cayenne on it, but it really had bell peppers. Chef’s specials were listed as “firm dishes,” crepes were “blinis,” a soup had an “omelet” in it, and though tempted, I could not bring myself to order the “complicated garnish.” Sarah joined us tonight (she really is much better now) and had a nice meal of pureed potatoes. As we were leaving, a slightly tipsy Kostanai resident came up to us and said in English, “Don’t think that we are all nomads.” With that, we left.
So, aside from all that and teaching our Russian translator some Spanish, it’s just another beautiful day in paradise. Weather is here, wish you were beautiful.
Tomorrow is another day. |
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