SG: Hi Maria! Dobrú chuť!Wednesday:
Self: Thanks, you too!
SG: So, have you become Slovak yet?
Self: [opening the question to others present] I don’t know, what do yinz think?
Sr: Maybe not Slovak, but you’ve definitely become Rusyn!
Self: Hah! Even worse!
(Here I should mention that 3 people died this week with some kind of connection to the Order, so they were busy organizing cars to go to various funerals.)
[A few of us are eating lunch. SG, who is finished, gets up to leave.]
SG: Dovidenia, sisters. … And Maria too, of course. You’re almost one of us anyway, are you sure you don’t want to join us?
Self: Not right now, thanks.
[The way I said it was kind of funny to them, so laughs abound. Various joking comments about me getting married happen, and I jokingly assert my independence.
Enter one of the older sisters who is really quite cool and very sweet. We have many discussions about food, and she worries/wonders a lot about what I cook when I’m in Prešov.]
Older sister: Look at all of this snow!
[There’s practically a blizzard outside, which is causing great annoyance to everyone, because the snow had previously been mostly melted and also because the weather’s been nuts – snow, sun, and rain all in the same day.]
Self: I know; I’m ready for it to be spring! And you’re traveling to Stará Ľubovňa for that funeral tomorrow, right?
Older sister: Yes, did you want to go?
Amazing VP: We’re giving you all kinds of great offers today, aren’t we?