We had an unbelievably busy day yesterday, with me running like crazy.
I overslept, so that threw the whole day off whack. The kids and Pasha and I went to Waffle House for breakfast. It was great for Pasha to see an eclectic mix of folks - old young, black, white, hispanic, and everything else you can imagine. Pasha ate a waffle and half of Alesia's waffle - she had ordered two, plus sausage.
I then took the kids and Pasha to the mall to walk around - something the kids love and I hate. Alesia found some jeans. Pasha bought clothes, too.
I came home and started a big pot of borscht. I then picked up the kids and ran home, then took Michael to his tennis match.
We had a downpour of rain, then thankfully it cleared up. Michael and the other boys used these big squeegee things to dry the courts, then all the matches got played. Michael played very well but lost his match. I felt bad later because I had totally forgotten about lunch. My stomach didn't remind me. Coach said nice things about Mike's playing, which I reported to him.
In 2003 I went to Russia for the first time with a choir, formed from Baptist singers from all over the southeast. Three of those singers who are local, including my cousin Steve came to my house last night to eat some borscht and watch a DVD of the choir, which Pasha had brought. I met Pasha when the choir was in Khabarovsk, and Pasha had filmed us in rehearsal. We had a nice visit.
I told them my life was changed the most dramatically of anyone's by that choir trip, because it introduced me to my daughter. I will always be glad my cousin Steve talked me into going, the only Episcopalian in the bunch, and the only one who ended up adopting a child as a result.
Pasha and Michael and I then watched Hitch, and it was off to bed. I turned the clocks forward, horrified by the late hour. Here are me and the choir folks:
