April 12, 2006

  • It's hard to believe how the end of the school year is rocketing up on us, isn't it?  How'd it turn into mid-April already!?!

    Next week are the infamous, dreaded TAKS tests, meaning the tutoring Dmitry loathes so deeply should finally come to an end.  There's no denying being in school from 8 a.m. till 5 p.m. four days a week is tough, especially for one who comes from a culture where a school day lasts 4-5 hours.

    Next week is also the registration for the '06-'07 session of BSF, which will cover the book of Romans.  I'd been rather ambivalent about it in the first place, but thought it might be worth it to get to hear Betty, the teaching leader, but that was blown out of the water this morning when it was announced she will be promoted to area director or something along those lines.  The next teaching leader is a lovely, lovely woman, and one I like very much, but her soothing, quiet voice lulls me to sleep. 

    So I'm gonna give it a miss next year, I suppose.  Fighting to stay awake for 45 minutes wouldn't be of any particular spiritual benefit.

    Isn't that just the way?  Get in on the tail end of a powerhouse speaker like Betty!  Turns out she'll have completed the entire seven year cycle as teaching leader when Genesis ends next month.  Oh well!  She's pulled stuff out of Genesis I'd never noticed 'ere this, so must be grateful for having benefited as much as I have.

    After BSF today I sallied forth to have lunch with Dad at a new place in Ridglea.  To my surprise, when I arrived right on the stroke of 11:30 a.m., he wasn't at Baker Bros. Deli.  Huh.  He's usually early.    Waited outside, but he didn't come, so finally called Mom, who assured me he'd left awhile before, aiming for there.

    At 11:45 she got in her car to head down Camp Bowie, to make sure he hadn't had car trouble or something.  A few minutes later I saw Dad coming from the southern end of the shopping center.

    Turns out there is a Baker Street Pub back there I'd never seen nor heard of!  He'd been waiting at one of its outside tables while I'd been on the corner at the north end of the center, at the Baker Bros. Deli.  e-hairout

    The two restaurants are not connected in any way except for the coincidence of their names.  One would think someone would have realized having two restaurants whose names begin with "Baker" at the 6333 Camp Bowie shopping center isn't too bright.  According to the wait staff at the Baker St. Pub, two people waiting for each other at the different establishments is common. 

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  • And to top it off, as I was trying to rush out to search for wrecks along Camp Bowie, at the light at Horne, I was 2 cars back waiting impatiently when a motorcycle cop with "horn" going, wove by, I nearly had a fit picturing him rushing to pick Lawton up off the street, but unable to move, then another one came by, and I watched as he turned left onto Horne and down that street were 2 white stretch limos waiting. Sigh. I headed on out nervous but not quite as nervous when my cell phone rang  and Anne told me what happened. I turned around and went home and sat down. Whew. I ate some chocolate.

  • Poor Mom! That must have been unnerving. =8^o

    Thank heavens for chocolate.

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