A Fun Weekend

We had a good tutoring session to start off with. I like our tutor; she is quite patient and I was able to understand her most of the time. I had a hard time making some of the sounds on its own, but pronouncing the words is no problem. I'm really surprised that my pronunciation is quite good; with practice I ought to be fluent . . . I'm sure that were we in Russia for several months, I would be speaking like a native in no time at all.

Now, Bruce and I just need to practice more often. And in the meanwhile, I made great progress with the sock. No, I didn't finish it off yet, but I did get to turning the heel and am now working on the foot portion. I really hope that I'll be finished with it tomorrow evening.

You know how it is when family gets together for a holiday dinner and the conversation takes interesting turn? We went over to my parents home and had two family friends join. Now, father is a great storyteller and is always talking about deceased family members, the neighborhood from when it was first established as the first subdivision for black folks in Prince Georges county, Patti and me from when we were kids (you know, all those embarrassing stories that you can't tell your parents to stop telling because these stories really did happen).

Well, today's dinner conversation went like this, no particular order: Mr. Smith's brother, who used to be a prizefighter and would walk down to the bus stop to go to McDonald to eat and then come back home, cremation, worms in the ground and tapeworms, all the bad manners that I taught Sis and the bad manners that Sis didn't get from me, shopping for hats, shoes and clothes from stores that existed 30 years ago and which are closed now, me being the first child born in the neighbor and having nobody to play with but Erica (so that's why I turned out so weird). Like I said, it's an adventure just sitting around the dining table with my parents; you never know what to expect.