Well,
that cold front moved through mighty fast. It's hot
and humid again. I dripped sweat onto the postcards I
was trying to mail at the Posta this morning. It took
half an hour or maybe longer, I lost track of time.
The postage machine stuck. The clerk didn't know how
to fix it so had to get someone from the back room.
She unjammed it, but then it ran out of those little
stickers it prints the postage on and neither of them
knew how to load it. A team of postal workers examined
the machine while I dripped gallons of sweat onto
their counter. The security guard scrutinized me but
said nothing. Finally the machine worked, the workers
collected my money, and I was on my way.
Marti made palacsinta today,
served with apricot jam, cottage cheese, or chocolate
sauce. My favorite is the apricot jam.
Speaking of apricots... when are
we ever not speaking of apricots? I packed a
few of the remaining apricots in my lunch this
morning. I think I forgot to mention earlier that the
same colleague who gifted István with the
organic apricots returned the next day with a box of
them for me. The challenge then became to eat them all
before I leave. I've been eating several every day. So
I packed a few of the remaining apricots in with my
lunch this morning. By the time I got to the Botanical
Department I had apricot juice. Fortunately, it didn't
saturate anything important, just my hat, which for
some reason I had take off and shoved in the bag - I
guess because I was hot on the train. Note to self: do
not pack apricots in the lunch bag
tomorrow.
Come to think of it, if the
apricots are so ripe that they can be crushed into
juice by a cheese sandwich and a baseball cap, should
I be eating them at all?
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Today's Reading
The Hours by Michael Cunningham
This Year's Reading
2003
Book List
Photos:
Window seen from the
tram
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