I have a man who comes in every morning at 8:00. He cooks my breakfast and serves it to me and waits until I'm done eating then cleans up. It freaked me out yesterday. The food was good, but it was too weird. I ate at my computer, reading The Times, instead of at the table, looking at the ceiling fan. That seemed to work, so I did the same today. Today I had these flat fried breads, a rich potato soup whose name I don't remember, freshly blended and strained oranges, and papaya and mango. It was fabulous and, yes, my blood sugar must have gone to the moon. But it was so good. I'd just finished talking to Karen and Adrian and was chatting with my friend Per on Google Chat (and now a word from my sponser). Then I looked through my email and started to respond to my boss, Bill. Then we started to chat on Google. It is an amazing world. It is getting a little hard to keep up with email because I can't get a network connection at IBM, so I can only glance at my Blackberry. Soon we will have connectivity resolved and I can do some of this (not the talking and chatting) when I'm really at work.
Before the cook arrives, I have to turn on the geezer. See switch marked Hot Water. The water takes half an hour to heat. Just enough t
ime to do email and chat stuff and eat breakfast. After my gentleman caller has left, I can bathe. Luckily, no pictures of that. See the bucket. I asked the poor guy showing us around the apartment what they were for. Just curious. Chandan got to answer that one. You turn the water on at the handle at the top of that picture. Water pours into the bucket. If you chose not to shower, you use the cup in the bucket to pour water over yourself. My assumption is, you should do this squatting. Not my forte'. There is a little pull thing under the lever. If you pull that, water comes out of the shower. But you have to keep holding it. All who follow, bring one of those clampy wrenches to hold the thing open if this will bother you. I was laughing too hard to be bothered. I am so uncoordinated. This is a four hand job, two is not enough. Hummm.
ime to do email and chat stuff and eat breakfast. After my gentleman caller has left, I can bathe. Luckily, no pictures of that. See the bucket. I asked the poor guy showing us around the apartment what they were for. Just curious. Chandan got to answer that one. You turn the water on at the handle at the top of that picture. Water pours into the bucket. If you chose not to shower, you use the cup in the bucket to pour water over yourself. My assumption is, you should do this squatting. Not my forte'. There is a little pull thing under the lever. If you pull that, water comes out of the shower. But you have to keep holding it. All who follow, bring one of those clampy wrenches to hold the thing open if this will bother you. I was laughing too hard to be bothered. I am so uncoordinated. This is a four hand job, two is not enough. Hummm. And do you see the toilet paper in the furthest right of that picture? If it had stayed there, it would have been papier mache'. I was clever enough to move it to the counter. Although there is a shower curtain, I think the idea is to just let it rip and wet down the room. But I could be wrong.
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Heee heee -- I remember those showers from Asia and Europe. I could never get the hang of it, and ended up soaking the entire room. And as far as the toilet paper staying dry? HA! Forget about it. That is the only time I would recommend a toilet pater cozy. However, it would have to be crocheted together by waterproof plastic bags or something... Not so cute, I guess.
A whole new concept. crocheted paper mache.
I found out the other bathroom doesn't have this problem, or it is the one that's broken to suit this American.
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