and the apartment’s kitchen 🙂 Where I spend most of my time.I woke up this morning to my alarm assuring me that it was morning but I could not think of one reason why it should be morning yet. My bedroom windows were very dark and I was still comfortably tucked under my warm blankets. I am learning to get up before the sun because the sun takes it’s time around here.
During time with my Lord this morning I was reading Hebrews 1. I got to soak in the truth that Jesus is not a prophet, he is not an angel, He is the Son of God and deserves my worship. I also was amazed at the fact that knowing Christ as my Lord means that God calls me His child. He doesn’t even give that name to the angels. Because I am in Christ, God has lifted me up above the angels! God’s church is His bride and His beloved. I am speechless…
After breakfast and a quick clean up of my apt. (did you know that if you soak your shower head in vinegar it cleans it up just like new? It works, I let it soak over night and now I have power in the shower. hey, that rhymes!) my Russian teacher rang from downstairs. I buzzed her up and soon was caught up in the whirl wind that is the Russian language/ my teacher 🙂
After lessons is a good time of day for me to work out. It is around noon, so I know my neighbors will be awake and hopefully nobody’s taking a nap or trying to eat. I try to jump lightly but… No one has complained yet… of course if they did I would just say, I can’t understand you. And think, “Oh, they are nice neighbors trying to meet me and all.” 🙂 this clueless thing is handy sometimes.
Today I really wanted to get across the street to the open air market. Every time I try it is too late in the day and they are closed. But I really think they are never open because I have never seen it open. Today was the same story. So I went to a store. Tried to find cheddar cheese (to no avail). I found parm cheese though! And I got some ultra pasteurized milk… anybody want to explain to me the difference between ultra pasteurized and just plain old pasteurized… I thought, since it sounded more processed, it would taste more like the milk I’m used to. But it is kinda, not to my liking for drinking plain. It is good for what I need it for though, soup. I then went to a small store right on the corner of my street called, pit stop. Isn’t that great?! I got a cappuccino with chocolate. And I’m sure I was very rude about asking for it too. Even though I think I have been taught how to ask for things in the store, when I’m there, and the lady behind the counter glances my way, I freeze! “Good feelings gone.” So I just blurt out, “I want coffee.” “Oh,” she thinks to herself, “this American just can’t take it any more and needs coffee, with chocolate.” I wasn’t that desperate, just wanted to see if I could find something that remotely resembled what I was used to. She proceed to cut open a tiny packet and pour the contents into a cup of hot water. With a tiny, little, spoon she dunked a spoonful of chocolate into the little plastic cup and put it on the counter. I looked at it knowing it was instant coffee and hopping for the best. The cup was about as big as my fist, but it was okay, I only paid 15 rubles for it (that’s like 50 cents). I began stirring in my chocolate. The drink was nothing to complain about and I half enjoyed it as I walked back to my apartment. But I wanted to make one more stop. So along came my little, lidless, plastic (I don’t know why they don’t melt) cup into the meat store with me. The meat store is basically straight ahead as I walk out of my apartment. I see it everyday and wonder, “Just how bad does it smell in there?” so I decided to find out the day I bought an open drink. (I am making such a big deal about it because I felt a little unsanitary about the whole thing.) It was not just meat in there, and did not smell very strong at all really. And another plus was when I tried to open the freezer to look through the chicken and the lady said it was locked, I knew she was talking to me and what she was communicating. (Knowing what someone is communicating is very exciting for me now-a-days. I still don’t usually know what people are saying, but if I understand that the freezer is locked and she will get me what I want, it’s a good day.) So I bought the chicken that the lady pulled out. It didn’t look very good but when I tried to ask if there were any others she asked if I want more than one… I said no and that was that. I am very happy with my frozen little chicken. I like this meat lady, and since she is right here I would like to go to her more often so I can know her and stuff. But we will have to see if this chicken is worth it.
What else… I got home and did homework. Heated up some rice and veggies and watched UP in Russian while trying to copy down my new words from today’s lesson.
oh, and I did laundry… can’t remember when that happened…
So now I am done and will go read my Russian children’s book about Jesus. Then my adult English book about Jesus and go to sleep.
“Thank you Jesus for this day and that you were here understanding me and giving me joy.” амин