Driving Mr Swami

Mr Swami has had a Very Bad Week. He came down with a bad cold on Monday. Tuesday he got a speeding ticket (49 mph in a 30 mph zone.) Wednesday his cold escalated into an eye infection necessitating gentamycin eyedrops. Then his right leg, which has been plagued with leg cramps ever since he tore his
Achilles tendon last spring went into cramp overdrive. He is not a happy camper. So I have been driving around to meetings & errands & such while he sits there with his eyes closed. Which is fine with me since he is the worst backseat driver sometimes.

Today is his first day back at workity-work this week. After lunch today he was supposed to be part of a pie-eating contest for United Way - with his hands held behind his back, lol. If he couldn't get out of pie-eating on humanitarian grounds then I sure hope someone films it so I can see!

I Love Sundays

Because Mr Swami makes me breakfast. He makes a world class fried egg sandwich. This is also about the only thing he makes, lol. Well - he is very good at frying cured meats. So fried ham, fried sausage, like that. Sometimes with potatoes. I have mixed feelings about potatoes for breakfast because growing up we never had them. But Mr Swammi is a solid, midwestern farmboy capable of eating potatoes 3x a day.

Updates

1. We have a new keyboard and it's driving me nuts! Aren't they all supposeed to be the same size - so far as key spacing & distances between keys & satuff? Becuawe my fingers keep gettting just off center and making dumb mistakes. Plus the white lettering hads worn off my old one and all these bgright whiote letters are blinding me.

2. Washi8nf machi8ne update. "Still waiting. First part was not a total fix because turns out my mother board was burned out. So new one should arrive today or monday. Mr. Swami & I both have laundry monsters about 3 fr high in seperate corners of the bedroonm.

3. Tuns fish for lunch. I mean tu7na. I mean tuna. Damn keyboard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm a Dirty, Dirty Girl.

Really dirty.

This is week two of life without that miracle of modern technology, that supreme technological achievement - a clothes washing machine. Oh, how I miss my lovely, lovely Asko. Also? Beating clothes on rocks is sucky, hard work.

On the bright side - I am trying out some new looks! I found some old favorite t-shirts from the 80s that still look pretty good. Sometimes, with a carefully placed safety pin, you can wear old, saggy pants. Sheesh,

At least panties are easy. You can wash a whole bunch of those in a bowl in the kitchen sink, no problems.

We had a major part failure. To fox it is almost half the cost of new machine but we opted to fix it because the washer & dryer pair are supposed to go for another 8 years. I like 'em, and I don't want to buy just a new washer and then have an unmatched set, and I don't want to spend big bucks on an all-new set. Sadly, it appears that the part I need is being shipped from Sweden on a Viking ship. An express Viking ship! But it's still taking too long. Damn Vikings.

So that's where I have been. Beating clothes on a rock.

Typing Braless

Because my favorite bra is in the wash and I am just going to keep washing & re-wearing it until it wears out. I'm irrational that way. However, as I sit here it is kind of depressing how the girls are slowly inching closer to touching the desktop.

Mr Swami and I found a nice new (to us) restaurant last week that features Himilayan food. I was very happy that they served goat. I love goat meat! They also had yak, which I have never tried. It's good too - kind of like a delicate beef. The yak dumpling appetizer was very spicy & good. The yak keema was not spicy at all - but really well prepared!

Mr Swami was off all last week and we just puttered around the house doing little fix-it projects, and eating out every day. In the normal course of things, Mr Swami hates to eat out - but during his at-home vacations he will happily eat out every day. I'm thinking this will make for a nice retirement philosophy one day!

I think my hummingbirds are drunk. Their sugar water may have fermented in the heat and I haven't changed it for a few days. Drunk hummingbirds do some very interesting loop-dee-loop flying routines. They also spend more time right up against the window (well, one inch from the glass) hovering and looking in at me. Maybe they are saying "change my freaking beverage bowl!" Who knows?

Today is supposed to be 94'. I am so ready for Fall!!!!

Soon I Will Have My New TV

Because Mr Swami is buying his 3rd new car in 7 years. Seems fair to me. The only question that remains is - how big is too big? I'm happy with something in the 50 - 60" range, lol.

Get Off My Road!

Yesterday I was stuck behind one of those "I brake, therefore I am" drivers for the longest time. I am not much prone to road rage but I was ready to rear-end this guy just to, I dunno, restore order to the Universe?

The guy braked at every painted pedestrian crosswalk (no pedestrians were pedestriating in the freakish heat) and every slight curve in the road. Pass a parked car? Brake first. Brake at green stoplight & proceed with caution. Brake at every speed limit sign. Brake driving under shadow of tree. Brake, brake brake. He didn't look old enough to be senile. He looked too old for drugs and drove too consistently for a drunk. I have no idea what his problem was, but I almost lost it.

In other news, I am making potato salad this morning.