Today, after carefully doing some research on the internet on various grammatical topics, I came to the conclusion that unless you're a linguist genius or a native speaker language buff, grammar books and tests can lead you astray. (What a succinct little sentence this turned out to be.) This not only came as a liberating feeling, which goaded me to continue my efforts towards my goals, but also helped me to rebut my nagging thoughts. With this in mind, I rebuked myself for being such a low-self-esteem old git and took my lesson planning to another level. This appeared to be exactly what I needed to regain my lost mojo. I'll keep in mind how much I must study to achieve what I want, but my striving to become a better English speaker and teacher is what can give me strength and stamina. I can't overstate the support I've received from Ági. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to survive the last few months, let alone the lay-off process I went through this year. She truly is the best wife and woman I could have found 32 years ago!
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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