We've had a couple of lazy summer days, complete with delightful visitors. Yesterday Brianna (who is 5 years old this very day!) and Meredith were over for a few hours, and they had a terrific time together:
You can see I dish up gourmet fare. Hey, I ate the same thing.
Today Dmitry had Joe and Zhenya over for several hours, to go to the
club and then just hang out in his room. Dan impressed me half to
death by electing - all on his own! - to skip the day's festivities so
as to finish some schoolwork.
Caught Zhenya right before his dive.
Joe leaping off the low board.
Dmitry jumping off the high dive. Those boys were out there for
well over an hour and a half with no signs of stopping, but heat and
hunger finally drove me to call them in so we could come home.
What do you wanna bet they'd still be up there otherwise?
After running the boys home we went by the "Russia store" to pick up
some frozen pelmeni for dinner, and the young man behind the counter
asked me if I remembered the last time the two of us came in to
eat. I allowed that yes, indeed, I remember quite well. It
was just a few weeks ago, after all. He then asked if I recalled
the family who came in and sat down while we were there . . . mother,
Acknowledged that it's a bit hazy but now he mentions it, yes, I seem to recall such a group sitting fairly close to us.
He grinned, looked to make sure Dmitry couldn't overhear, dropped his voice, and confided the girl has a huge crush on Dmitry, asking about him whenever she comes in.