Greetings from the wondrous mountain café!
We have magically timed our illnessness to avoid school the last week, which is rather sad as I miss picking up juvenile hindi. Monday (yesterday) we were confined to the house, as we had some wicked sore throats, and we are not to be spreading viruses and american accents amongst the children. Those issues got all sorted out however. Today we were all set to go off and were informed that May 1st is a holiday for the schools here. Primary school told me that just about every country save the U.S. celebrates May Day. We, the Amuricans, don't put up with that communist nonsense. No fun for us.
The main thing that seems to be occupying my abundant free time is searching for unmatchable and filthy socks. I keep having nightmares that the reason they are unmatchable is that their colors have all been altered to different degrees by utter filth. Laundry, my friends, is not the question but the answer. However, this is a vicious cycle as I cannot FIND any socks once I decide to do the laundry. They are like cats, with their anti-bath sense.
Other calamities in the world of Marielle and Jacqui involve insomnia, all the more frightening after reading One Hundred Years Of Solitude, and not having access to a complete collection of Fran Lebowitz's articles and essays. And we ran out of peanut butter this morning, leaving us to eat real indian food for breakfast. We went on a picnic by trekking up the mountain, and spent our time imagining the legs of steel and buns of gold we would possess if we lived there. I prefer living in our leopard infested neighborhood, but then again my sanity has been repeatedly called into question.
A photo of yours truly and the other yours truly looking our most indian.
We have magically timed our illnessness to avoid school the last week, which is rather sad as I miss picking up juvenile hindi. Monday (yesterday) we were confined to the house, as we had some wicked sore throats, and we are not to be spreading viruses and american accents amongst the children. Those issues got all sorted out however. Today we were all set to go off and were informed that May 1st is a holiday for the schools here. Primary school told me that just about every country save the U.S. celebrates May Day. We, the Amuricans, don't put up with that communist nonsense. No fun for us.
The main thing that seems to be occupying my abundant free time is searching for unmatchable and filthy socks. I keep having nightmares that the reason they are unmatchable is that their colors have all been altered to different degrees by utter filth. Laundry, my friends, is not the question but the answer. However, this is a vicious cycle as I cannot FIND any socks once I decide to do the laundry. They are like cats, with their anti-bath sense.
Other calamities in the world of Marielle and Jacqui involve insomnia, all the more frightening after reading One Hundred Years Of Solitude, and not having access to a complete collection of Fran Lebowitz's articles and essays. And we ran out of peanut butter this morning, leaving us to eat real indian food for breakfast. We went on a picnic by trekking up the mountain, and spent our time imagining the legs of steel and buns of gold we would possess if we lived there. I prefer living in our leopard infested neighborhood, but then again my sanity has been repeatedly called into question.
A photo of yours truly and the other yours truly looking our most indian.
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