This morning is spectacular, even a bit cooler than it has been. It is so very quiet I don't even hear the dogs from the yard. The air is mostly still though every now and then only the thinnest, smallest branches are moved and their leaves flutter. Today, the high will be 82°. I'm thinking it is perfect deck weather. I do have an errand, the dump, and I also have to replace flowers from two pots decimated by Nala, one from last week and the other from yesterday. When I went outside on the deck yesterday afternoon, Nala had pulled the flowers from the wooden bear my friend Bill had made. The deck, near the bear, was covered in dirt and strewn pieces of flower. I'll never figure out Nala's timetable. Those flowers sat in the pot in the bear for a couple of months. Why yesterday? Was she bored?
I have started my laundry. I had to climb mounds of it to get to the machine. The Sherpas and I stopped at base camp for a bit of a rest and a banana. The laundry had been on lists of mine for so long the lists had yellowed and become brittle.
When I visited Russia, I went to the Moscow State Historical Museum in Red Square. We were given covers for our shoes. At the time we thought that was probably a mistake because we slid, on purpose, across the floors as if on a pond of ice and challenged each other for distance. Thinking about that later we realized we were actually polishing the floors. Those crafty Russians!
When I traveled, I took trains when I could. Ghana had a wonderful train system, and I used to take the train from Accra to Kumasi, always first class which was inexpensive. I sat on soft chairs in a compartment usually by myself. I felt like a character in an Agatha Christie novel. One time I took a sleeper from Kumasi to Takoradi. I was in my own compartment which had a sort of bed, a huge window and a sink. At every station, Ghanaians looked through my window and tried to sell me mostly food stuffs. I usually bought bofrot from small girls. They carried the round, fried bread dough in wooden containers with glass panes. I could never resist. They were my favorite snack. I remember going to bed early on that trip, and I remember being awakened hours later when I fell out of bed. The train had derailed. That was my favorite train trip.
No comments:
Post a Comment