Day 68
We woke up to no water pressure this
morning. David wasn’t able to take a
shower so he just had breakfast and went off to class. I had planned on doing laundry, but the water
did not come back on until about 5 p.m.
Something about a water main break.
I did get some good lesson planning done after I talked to Seth’s family
and Rachel and Alisa and CJ.
After lunch, David had one of his students
go with him to a bike repairman that is usually stationed on the south side of
campus. We needed to get the wheel on
the shopping cart fixed and also a new pedal in his bike. The student was there to interpret for him to
get those things done. It only cost 3
RMB (.50!) I made 11 more of the little
loaves of banana bread for my classes tomorrow.
David had another square dance session with some students that he was
very pleased with how far they were able to get.
After dinner, Ann (the girl I’m tutoring) came
over. I had expected her this morning,
but she didn’t come until this evening.
She brought all kinds of food! It
wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t eaten, but we were already full and she
wanted our reactions to the foods she had brought! We had to eat it! I ate as much as I could politely because she
wanted to know if I liked it and it wouldn’t be good if we saved it until
tomorrow, according to her. After
sampling a few other things, we got down to talking and going over the things
she needs to work on for her test.
One of the things she brought over were
hawthorn fruit. We see them sold on the
street all the time and once when we were going somewhere with the Clarke’s
Wayne bought one and we all shared it. I
thought it was great, David was ok with it.
Usually they are all placed on a stick, covered with a glaze. Ann also brought over some that were coated
with a sweet substance, some kind of sugar coating, but weren’t glazed like the
ones on a stick. Except for the large
pits (and there seems to be about 5 of them in each hawthorn fruit) it is a fun,
tasty treat.
The sugared hawthorn fruit. You can see two of the pits in the part hat I bit off. |
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