October 13, 2006

• You know what frosts me?  When ARC (Association for Retarded Citizens) sends out cards saying they'll be in my neighborhood today so if I've anything to donate, put it in a box, set it outside and attach the card.

  Which I did.  Large box of stuff, wrangled from the back porch to the street by Dmitry at 7:45 a.m.

  Guess what's still there?   At 8:10 p.m.?

  So now we've a good-sized box of stuff sitting on the curb.  Who's going to deal with it, that's what *I* want to know. 

  Maybe someone'll steal it over night.  Hey, so far's I'm concerned they're welcome to it.  ARC had their chance and blew it.

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  It's finally happened....Dmitry knows some slang terms that Don doesn't.  While Don and I were sitting and chatting this evening I made a comment to which I added "As Dmitry would say, it's all about getting the benjamins."

  Blank look from Don.  Mercy Maud, an expression both Dmitry and I know but he doesn't?  Amazing!

  A "benjamin" in this context is a reference to a one hundred dollar bill, i.e. money.  I've come across it in various books over the past year or so, always said by someone speaking slang.  Dmitry, of course, picked it up at school.  There it is, though.....the Russian kid has a better grasp on American slang than does his father. 

  He's come a long way, baby. 

  Of course, he wouldn't catch that allusion. 

  
  

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