In Passing

Removing the bay has made the yard a little larger.  The workmen piled rubbish all over the flower beds, but seem to have done little real damage. I cleaned up after their clean-up and picked a lot of broken glass out of the soil.

I keep going over our relationship with Peter and Odi. We saw a lot of them at first, but not so much recently. I actually know very little about them.

Halloween isn't big round here yet, but the Muslim kids will be learning about it at school and off the TV. Last week we saw Nakisha-next-door dressed as a witch.  

How We're Coping

 Ailz says we've missed a trick by not holding a Halloween party in our dank, shuttered kitchen.

The contents of the kitchen are scattered all over the house. Preparing even a simple meal- like the egg fried rice we had for lunch- involves going upstairs and downstairs like goosey goosey gander. 

We've no washing machine, of course. I washed a batch of clothes by hand this morning- in a plastic box we had lying around- and they're now hanging on the maiden in the bathroom going drip, drip, drip. Not packing the maidens was a oversight I'm grateful for.