"Vitreous Hindware"
Meet my sink manufacturer. In my new HOUSE, that is! I moved in on Saturday and am already sleeping better. My landlady, Like, is one of those serene, kind people whose eyes seem light up when they talk to you. It’s a very safe compound and in a quiet neighborhood (she lives in the house right behind me with her daughter and nephew) and it’s a relief to be able to walk out in the morning and not worry about leaving my life in my room. We have a feisty little guard dog who barks a lot; I doubt he would wreak any serious harm on an invader, but we would certainly know if someone is coming.Yesterday I decided I would make dinner for the first time, and thus began a 6-hour odyssey of trying to get together all the necessary kitchen, cleaning, and food supplies I would need in order to do so. By 9 PM I had successfully concocted a lentil dish with chilies and carrots and was too tired to eat it, but triumphant nonetheless. Funny how the simplest things can be so trying in a new environment.
The grocery stores here have attendants. I know those of you with an indecisive disorder like mine understand my reaction to these helpful ladies: I want to claw my eyeballs out, because they stand there and watch you as you try to figure out if that bottle contains vegetable oil or soybean oil; whether that bag is flour or white pepper; what the hell “Hell” spice is, and whether 6 Birr is too much to pay for it; etc. It’s a bit unnerving, as I like to go unobserved in my slightly obsessive rituals in picking food and kitchenware out. Under observation, I generally just grab the nearest item and run away with it. This is probably why I love going to Target; even if you need help there, it takes 15 minutes for an attendant to even find you.
posted by Margot @ 4:00 AM
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