Saturday morning, the clouds were covering the sun, as usual, and it looked as though it would be another overcast day. So after a rather lazy morning, we finally pulled ourselves together and went into Redhill. I had to go and get a haircut, anyway, and I can now safely report that haircutters worldwide (well, at least in the US and UK) use the same techniques, as I got the exact same haircut as I would have stateside. Other than that, we wandered the mall there for a bit and then headed back home.
The sun came out and it was actually warming up quite nicely by the time we got back. Mich and I convinced Dalton and Maggie to ride their scooters up and down in front of the houses next to us, where we’d seen children playing during the previous weeks. After a bit, the kids came out and investigated the new American kids and found out that they didn’t bite. Mich and I also met Ashley, one of the moms (mums), who told us that when she heard that we were from Alabama she had asked whether we were members of the KKK. I’ll let you ponder that one on your own. Still, I think Dalton and Maggie were excited to meet some new friends.
Sunday was nice and sunny, and we went to Merstham Baptist again. It’s really a neat little group of people, and I’ve enjoyed going there. After the service, we stayed for biscuits and tea, and talked to several people there. Dalton and Maggie seemed to be having fun playing with the kids there, too. After church, we headed back home, where we had lunch, and then we headed to the park. We spread out our little picnic blanket, and laid down. Dalton and Mich and I threw his little football (that’s an American football) around some, and the kids also played on the monkey bars and swings. After an hour or two, we headed home, and not long after we got back we heard yelling from outside. It turns out the kids down the street were calling for Dalton and Maggie to come out and play. So there was another round of playing and they all seemed to get along really well. I think there’s about eight or nine kids right there, ranging from three or so to about ten, and they all play together.
After a bit, we headed back in, and settled down for the evening.
In other news, since we’ve gotten our stuff (including books), I’ve been reading on the train in and back from work. I polished off Ethan Frome on Friday, and am working on Sense and Sensibility now. I think I’m going to try to stay on the classics as much as possible, so if anyone has any recommendations in those veins, I’d be interested to hear them. I think after I finish this one, I’m going to try some Dickens, so any recommended Dickens would be great.
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“O segredo do êxito é a honestidade. Se puderes evitá-la, consegues lá chegar.”
Groucho Marx
Dickens. Hmmm.... I really like the short stories the best, so you could get a collection of them at the book store. It would be nice to be able to finish an entire work in one day or two. The Pickwick Papers is good. That's not the original name for it. The original was something longer, but I think that's what most people call them now. They're sort of semi-related to each other, but still short. I think it was his first too, so that would be good to read first. I could be wrong about that. I mainly read "Southern Living" magazines now, in 5 minute incriments, in the bathroom. Oh, how I envy your ride into work....
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