Language Barrier
I'm just never going to finish this book on tape.
Misnomer that it is.
Since it's on CD.
But people who own TiVos still talk about "taping" shows.
S'anyway.
Two weekends ago a Lt Col from my class needed a ride to DC so he came along with me as far as Woodbridge, and this weekend another classmate was visiting a cousin near my house so I asked if I could tag along with him. It does make the time go by faster, having a conversationalist in the vehicle, as opposed to, say, dogs.
Saturday we went to a Turkish restaurant (only the sign out front called it "Euro-Mediterranean") to celebrate the in-between birthdays of our dear friends the Boivins senior. Ryan's first taste of ekmek. And first glance, again as far as I know, at a fish tank. With fish as big as his head. It was fun asking for a "Beer, please" and thanking the waiter in Turkish, though I didn't want anyone to get the impression that I knew many more words than that. Ryan successfully flirted with a female server, but hit himself in the eye with his Redskins cheerios container, so that ended the night on a downer.
We're getting the garage door taken care of, but a routine inspection of our fireplace showed a bertload of creosote and an improperly installed wood-burning stove (stoopid home inspector!) so now we're considering getting rid of it altogether and just have a "normal" fireplace.
I also trimmed several branches from a tree, watered the lawn, killed some hornets, and emptied the litter boxes.
It's like I live there or something.
Today, since Seminar 9 was in civilian clothes to go watch a semi-pro baseball game, our instructor mucked up our schedule by bringing in his escortee from the Joint Forces Staff College Hall of Fame induction ceremony to our Seminar -- a Turkish (whoa!) two-star general who attended the college eighteen years ago as a Major. I thought I would be nice to welcome him ottomanly, so when doing my intro, I said "good morning" to him in Turkish, and
NOTHING.
not a smile, not a nod, not a nada.
Asia Minerd.
At least at the gas station Sunday night I told "Sveta" at the counter 'so long' in Russian and it made her night...
Misnomer that it is.
Since it's on CD.
But people who own TiVos still talk about "taping" shows.
S'anyway.
Two weekends ago a Lt Col from my class needed a ride to DC so he came along with me as far as Woodbridge, and this weekend another classmate was visiting a cousin near my house so I asked if I could tag along with him. It does make the time go by faster, having a conversationalist in the vehicle, as opposed to, say, dogs.
Saturday we went to a Turkish restaurant (only the sign out front called it "Euro-Mediterranean") to celebrate the in-between birthdays of our dear friends the Boivins senior. Ryan's first taste of ekmek. And first glance, again as far as I know, at a fish tank. With fish as big as his head. It was fun asking for a "Beer, please" and thanking the waiter in Turkish, though I didn't want anyone to get the impression that I knew many more words than that. Ryan successfully flirted with a female server, but hit himself in the eye with his Redskins cheerios container, so that ended the night on a downer.
We're getting the garage door taken care of, but a routine inspection of our fireplace showed a bertload of creosote and an improperly installed wood-burning stove (stoopid home inspector!) so now we're considering getting rid of it altogether and just have a "normal" fireplace.
I also trimmed several branches from a tree, watered the lawn, killed some hornets, and emptied the litter boxes.
It's like I live there or something.
Today, since Seminar 9 was in civilian clothes to go watch a semi-pro baseball game, our instructor mucked up our schedule by bringing in his escortee from the Joint Forces Staff College Hall of Fame induction ceremony to our Seminar -- a Turkish (whoa!) two-star general who attended the college eighteen years ago as a Major. I thought I would be nice to welcome him ottomanly, so when doing my intro, I said "good morning" to him in Turkish, and
NOTHING.
not a smile, not a nod, not a nada.
Asia Minerd.
At least at the gas station Sunday night I told "Sveta" at the counter 'so long' in Russian and it made her night...
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