pushes for disaster

No new pictures today, though that was the plan. Forgot the camera at home. Batteries do not 'die' in other languages. A Czech girl told me so over lunch. I really like English when it arrives by translation. Afterwards, I bought laundry detergent, dishwasher detergent, brown paper bags, a bottle opener and incense called "guilty". Premium incense.

At home, I thought for awhile about what modest mouse song i like the best. Cowboy Dan? Dark Center of the Universe? As far as I know, Isaac Brock has not had his teeth whitened. Whatever. I downloaded an email from FW who was recently assigned to Krackow and can't get over the fact that his apartment has square pillows. He's eating a lot of beets, the note said. There's not much else. FW thinks the random is charming. Since my grandparents died, I haven't eaten beets or borscht or any of it. A whole food culture died with them. They were Ukranian; the old country. They washed all their clothes by hand. When my dad bought a washer and dryer we would wash their clothes at our house every Sunday. My mom can speak Ukranian. I cannot. I can only say "Good day missus", "I don't want any" and "I don't know", plus a few foods. But I can't spell them.