This is an effort to return to the short-lived Thing One and Thing Two posts.
1. Last night my students and their mom invited me to meet them for pizza. I taught the brother and sister when they were 5 and 7, and now they’re 9 and 11 and don’t come for English classes, but they all, the mom and dad and grandma and children, still treat me like family whenever we meet. I stomped through blowing snow to the pizzeria to eat yummy pizza and drink Coke and listen to rambling, delightful, brave English.
“I remember when we read Amelia Bedelia! And the photo of me with ice cream all over my mouth. I remember…”
“Did you hear the joke about the Russian and Ukrainian?”
“The pessimist said it was dark, and the optimist said it was light and the realist said it was a tunnel…”
“I dream of living in America even more than England, and making a new life there.”
Hours later, outside in the cold again, after all the laughs and the hugs and well-wishing, they brushed the snow off their car windows but the youngest one wrote in the inch of snow over the hood: “I ♥ ANITA.” awwwww
2. Oranges are in season somewhere and even though they consume how-ever many food miles to get here, what I ate the other morning made think that an orange is proof that God exists. It comes in biodegradable wrapping and perfect portion control size (except I ate two) , and bite-sized segments. I revel in its refreshment and all the sunshine that’s packed in it.The flavor is comparable to nothing else and when an orange is fresh and cold, it’s better than chocolate.