What I learned today was that bleach works exactly the same
in Malaysia as it does in North America.
Guess the reverse spiral of things flushing down drains does not affect
bleach effects. Now I own a lovely blue
towel with artistically placed white fluffy clouds. I could not have done this as cleverly if I
tried. Also a lovely tan linen dress that looks like I dyed it in a 1960s tie-dye
kitchen.
I think I wrote somewhere on this blog that once I gave away
all my CD’s I would NEVER purchase another.
Well, I am not very good at keeping a promise. Coming back from Singapore I carried 3 new
CD’s in my satchel to add to my assortment that I bought a few months ago. The lucky neighbours are getting a treat of
my mixture of ABBA, Michael Jackson and the Gypsy Kings while I clean and do
further damage to my laundry.
I wonder if my kids will have a chuckle reading these posts when
I am pushing up daisies somewhere in this world; that is if I ever get around
to publishing it. I haven’t managed to
amass a great deal of wealth to leave them, but if they ever have the energy,
they can come to Malaysia and witness my legacy here. The Madam Frances Library will live on long
after I am gone, and children here can enjoy the silly books I have been
reading to them.
So, why am I here? I
have wondered that often. We always
discover the reason we thought we did something was not really the end reason
for doing it. I don’t think I will even
try to guess this one. I have had so
many epiphanies about this and each one over rides the former. Maybe I was put
here to learn that you should never reach under your bed thinking you are
reaching for a large black shiny twist tie.
It could be a baby cobra!
Right now, my purpose in life is trying to figure out how to
get an overwhelmed gecko out of my kitchen sink. I washed a tall glass vase and
was tossing the soapy water from the dishpan into the sink. Spying some wriggly
object, I ran more water and discovered a drenched gecko. I have tossed several clean glasses of water
on him to see if he will try to leave, but to no avail. Argh.
I liked the fact that we have established an agreement of not invading
each other’s space, and I am not interested in doing mouth to mouth or CPR on
the little guy. I do draw a line. I may never wash dishes again – at least
until he dries up or moves on. Can
geckos swim?
All those silly people who keep telling me I am so brave
should be reading this. Can’t really
claim any bravery in my makeup while I contemplate Gordon’s relative in my sink
and the need to wash dishes. I just took
another look at the little guy. He is definitely much darker than a normal
gecko. Kinda dark brown; not tan. Last
time I saw that, I swept up the critter and disposed of him in the trash. I wonder how long it will take for him to dry
out?
Drat, the last glass of water just drenched him and he did nothing. Now what? No one around to rescue me, I just can't pick up this little guy. I just can't. I guess I answered my first question. Geckos clearly cannot swim.
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