I am knee deep in my Glenfiddich, since I cannot move scotch to China and tomorrow is a holiday here in Brazil. The only thing I have to look forward to for the next few days is cleaning closets. I have already cleaned out the pantry and my bathroom, steadfastly ignoring a corner of my bedroom.
In a hairdressing compromise, Vagner highlighted my part last weekend. Genius. The man is like a virtual mood ring, he reads me so well. Other than looking chubby for the going away party photos, my blonde highlights glistened last Saturday. I now can either fix the rest of my head on the 19th or guts it out in the 425/206 area code.
Five boys are now sliding down the hill behind my house on a piece of cardboard in the dark …
at least they put on helmets because now we know I cannot drive them to the hospital.
My crying jag continues … albeit at a slower pace. I have lived in this house for 5 years and 4 months, longer than any place I have ever lived since leaving for college. Am really going to miss the garden and the blue, blue sky.
Now maudlin, I proffer the answers to the Pippi Pop Quiz which no one (lamely) even attempted:
1) china coffee pot and cups
2) opening caramels for children – you have to have lived in Latin America to know just how funny this one is!
4) swallow’s nests
Now go back and read the questions.
Final thought: why do we save burned birthday cake candles? Someone, please answer this!