February 14, 2005
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Finally got the package for Sveta sent off. She’ll only have missed two months of the personalized calendar included in it.
I think she’ll really enjoy the photo books of Dmitry’s adoption and his first year here. And the letter from him. ;^)
Today, as everyone is surely aware, is Valentine’s Day, which Dmitry castigates as a “sissy” day. Except he pronounces it as “sussy” which takes some of the oomph away. Temple Christian had some fundraiser going on, where for a nominal sum one student could have a message delivered to another. Dmitry’s friend, Cody, received a sung message from a girl, which appalled Dmitry right down to his toes. To be made the object of everyone’s attention like that? Horrors!
He assured me had he been on the receiving end of one of those, he’d have been “embarrassed for all my life.”
Can’t decide if he honestly means that, or if he’d have loved to have been so singled out. Hard to tell with him.
Here’s a picture, taken surreptitiuosly but for no particular reason, of him leaving school for the day:
On the way home he took a couple of pictures of downtown Fort Worth as we drove past it on I-30:
This is what you’d call a Lite News Day.
Comments (4)
i really like downtown fw. i love driving down 30 and looking at it, or down 35 toward it. lol
That’s a stellar notion! I vastly enjoy the Fort Worth skyline driving in from the north on I-35. If it’s as clear tomorrow as it was today, I might do that, and try to get a picture of it.
Also like the view from a block from my house, looking at downtown from the west.
Fort Worth gives good ‘line.
“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as black as a blackboard…..”
Wouldn’t Dmitry just love to have his very own Ginny Weasley? (hehe)
Actually, he believes it would be advantageous to have a girl friend, only he solemnly assured me there wouldn’t be any kissing or suchlike going on.
He has been truly taken aback by the PDA which can be seen in the locker area of TCS.
From what I’ve gathered, it was de rigeur in Shumerly to have a sweet babboo. Listening to him talk about it, I get the feeling it’s because they didn’t have much, and your SB was something (though I dislike using that word when referring to people, I really think it’s the most accurate) that was yours. Everything was held in common at the orphanage, you see.