Thank you for your comments. Happy belated Independance Day.
I didn’t do anything 4th of July-ish; I tried teaching police officers — we were mostly mutually confused, but fortunately they’re pretty patient and nice about it.
I finally figured out how to type in Georgian letters, and a searchable dictionary, but it doesn’t seem very good, so I need another one if possible. In Georgian, hello is: გამარჯობა, for instance. The good thing is, spelling in Georgian is very straightforward: each letter has one sound, and each sound has one letter. On the other hand, perhaps half a dozen of those letters represent corrosponding sounds Americans are more or less unable to make. ხ is Georgian for xkh — the kind of noise a person makes when they have something in their throat. პ is Georgian for a sound kind of like a p, but not — and if you say p, they will correct you until they give up. ტ is Georgian for a sound sort of between b and t, more on the side of t, but not the same as თ, which is the same as t in tornado. ც and წ are related in a similar fashion, only for the sound “ts,”and ბ is “tz,” as in tsatziki (the Greek cucumber sauce; I think it would be spelled ცაბიქი).
I forgot to mention in my last post all the animals that live here. Since we’re out in the country there are, as would be expected, a lot of animals — cows (lots of cows), dogs, cats, chickens, sheep, pigs, horses, and so on. What’s different, however, is that these animals are not penned in, so one can meet them standing about on roads, wandering around small grassy areas, munching beside gardens (people have excellent gardens here), and otherwise just sort of hanging out. This is especially the case with the chickens and cows — I have yet to figure out whether the chickens belong to particular people, and come back to their home, or whether they are simply there, and if someone wants a chicken they go and catch one (would one catch it in a net?). The wandering horses do go back home, they say, and the cows. It’s fairly grassy, so in the summer they don’t seem to have a problem finding food. The only heard of sheep I encountered were escorted by some teenage boys — people say sheep are stupid, so no doubt if left to themselves they would get lost on a cliff or walk in front of a car or some such.