Self portrait as a coffee cup
The papaya William II gave us is not ripe. Beto told me about a papaya vendor who was missing a finger. He would hold up a papaya and tell you it was so ripe his finger went right through it, when actually his finger was missing–ha ha ha. I get another joke in Spanish, a chiste.
I am waiting for Jose and Mirta. No idea what happened to them, but I seem to remember they ran a bit late.
We did laundry today. The washing machine is outside under a roof with no walls, but it is kept spotlessly clean and covered with plastic when not in use. There is no dryer. We hang everything on a system of clothes lines that crisscross the yard. We move the clothes along the lines as the sun changes position, then, when it begins to rain, we move like the lightening that streaked across the sky to take everything down. I can’t believe people wear clean clothes all the time. I would wear the same thing for days on end if I had to go to this much work to wash clothes. Before William moved in and forced a washer/dryer into my life, I had someone pick up my laundry, wash it, fold it and deliver it…and it still took me a week to put away. I am very lazy compared to these people.
Carmen the Chicken Killer by Sarah Curtiss 