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a little of this and that

Many mornings in this country start off with the fresh morning breezes of sewage smell.  This morning is no exception.  No one, at least no one I know, is quite sure of the reason.  There's a rumor that fountain water is recycled sewage water.  There are a lot of fountains in our complex but since my girls and I have played in that water, I'd rather be ignorant and think the smell comes from somewhere else.

We have a turkey in our freezer.  Many, many people have not eaten turkey.  In fact, I would dare to say that more people in the world have not eaten turkey than have eaten turkey.  Am I blowing your mind?  Well, most folks here haven't eaten turkey, but they are raised here by some, and have you ever seen a picture of an African eating a turkey leg?  No.  My point exactly.  But, we eat them and so when a friend said the village he was visiting had turkeys running loose, eating whatever they'd like off the land and streets (organic, free-range is the fancy way to say it) and asked if we'd like one, we said, most definitely yes.  So, the once wild and free bird lies cut in half with no guts and no feathers in our freezer.  It came to us quite clean but I gave it a little shower anyway.  Since I don't have the muscles to cut a 16 lb bird in half, our house helper took the ol' gal to the local market and had her chopped in half for us.  We'll eat half soon and the other half nearer to Thanksgiving.

We now have a house helper.  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  It makes such a difference.  I think after watching Downton Abbey for two seasons in the States, I had an image of our potential, local, house helper sitting in the basement talking about the goings on of Lord Steiner and Lady Julie.  But, after about two days of trying to study language and function as a sane person, I knew I needed help.  I am so thankful for SJ's help.  She comes for just a couple hours, a few days a week, and cleans or helps me in other ways.  I love it and like SJ a lot, too.  She's a very sweet, happy lady with a lovely 8 year old daughter.

Time to make the daily pb&j for Lady Madeleine.

 

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