Finally, a Lazy Day

After a week of non-stop busy-ness, we got a little bit of a reprieve on Sunday.  Their meeting isn't until 12:30, so we were able to sleep in.  Meeting was quite interesting, as we have been having a good time observing the accents in this very multinational congregation.  On this occasion, the speaker was of Oriental descent, and his speech was marked by his native cadence but marked with the British accent.  (The brother was an excellent speaker. He told some hilarious stories which would be hard to re-tell now but when we get back we can try to relate them. -Eric) This lesson in linguistics continued with the Watchtower Study.  The conductor was from Greece and still retains that speaking style; Brother Beavor, born an English gentleman, read using perfect Queen's English.  We are actively trying to obtain this desirable speaking style, but for some reason just haven't quite got a handle on it yet.  (There are so many accents in this congregation, at times it can be hard to understand each other. A few have a little trouble with understanding the American accents. In one comment I heard a Gerhoviya, which is Jehovah by the way. -Eric) After meeting we went to the park to practice our football skills, slight improvement was noted.  Then, as the majority of British families still do, we had Sunday dinner.  This time it consisted of roasted glazed pork, broiled garlic potatoes in special vinegar, Yorkshire pudding, (Not pudding in case you were wondering. -Eric) applesauce from green apples, and steamed carrots and broccoli.  We decided the scrumptious meal needed to be worked off, and decided on a whim to try out the tennis courts nearby.  Neither of us had ever routinely played the game before(we had no real experience).  We should have brought brown paper bags to wear on our heads, but instead we had to suffer the embarrassment out in the open.  We started out slow, just trying hit it in the proper direction, then over the net.  Keeping it inside those white lines was just a dream at this point, over the net was a cause for celebration.  (Whoever made the net that high is a cruel man, or woman whichever. -Eric) I think it is fair to assume that never before at Wilkinson Park had so many tennis balls flew over the rather high fences surrounding the court.  (He's exaggerating, it was only like 2ish. -Eric) As the evening wore on we improved ever so slightly, and were feeling rather good about our abilities.  We decided to go home, write a little to satisfy you guy's insatiable appetite for blogs, and get some rest.  Look out Federer , we're coming for you.