Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Cylinder order

A man showed up at my door today with a slip of paper saying I'd ordered a new cooking gas cylinder.
No, I hadn't.
He had the right address, right floor, landlord's name--but no, I hadn't ordered a cylinder.
I told him I didn't need it. I hadn't order it.
But yet, there was his piece of paper that said I did.
The cleaning lady who was in my house at the time, assured the man that, no, I didn't need a new cylinder, I still had gas.
And finally, he went away.
Then the cleaning lady laughed and said, "Why would you need a new cylinder? Where would your gas have gone? You never cook anything."
Smart aleck.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Nibbling fish

My friends took me to their favorite foot spa. The specialty of the spa are the little fish that nibble on your feet, removing dead skin. I have seen this before, watched some others do it, but never tried it myself.
I haven't tried it because I didn't know if I could bear the ticklish feeling of it.
I was right: I couldn't handle it.
I couldn't keep my feet in for more than thirty seconds at a time. The feeling of those little fish nibbling on my toes was too much. And watching them en masse around my feet--ugh.
I don't care if that gets me the label of "wimp". The world holds plenty of other challenges which I am up for.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sea shell sound

I went to the beach to hear the waves in the shells. I love that tinkling little sound.
What a nice beginning to my day.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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Ahh, the beach

I love the beach.
I love taking pictures at the beach.
I forgot to take my book with me today, so instead I watched crabs run away from me and watched trash wash up along the shore.
Yucky to the trash.

Here are a few other things I saw...

The bird who liked the trash

A woman swimming in full burqa

Well preserved dead fish

A footprint

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Auto strike

I went out this morning because I had an appointment. It was just before rush hour time, so I thought I'd have no trouble finding an auto and getting to my destination in 20 minutes or so.
Unbeknownst to me, the auto unions had called a 24 hour strike, making some very unrealistic demands.
I waited 30 minutes and then walked to the auto stand where I usually avoid asking because their prices are higher.
Higher, yes, and today: way higher. Three times the price!
"You are crazy," I told the driver.
He laughed and repeated what I said to the others.
"We're part of such and such auto union," he said.
Okay, great, I thought, and I told him what I was willing to pay and then walked away when they wouldn't take it.
Then I called the office where I had my appointment and asked if there was some reason autos were not running today.
Yes, there was a strike.
So I went back home and canceled my appointments for the day.
It's too bad, really, 'cause I imagine the roads are pretty good driving with 55,000 fewer vehicles crowding along them.