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04.23.04 (9:25 am) [edit]

Still no ADSL line. The ISP called (again) to ask if it was now working, and I told them about the wrong number being put in the “central” which seemed to be the problem. They told me that nothing had been done to rectify it, so they’d have to put in a request for a Telefonica technician to change the number. They said it could take a day…or a week. Ahh Spanish cogs turn very slowly.

I managed recently to make a really bad first impression on a local shopkeeper. I’ve mentioned in an earlier post that shops here tend to be the front of somebody’s house, usually with a curtain to separate the two. I was doing a panic shop, looking for something for dinner. I opened the freezer and started rifling through, pulling out bags full of unidentifiable stuff without labels. Eventually I felt a hand on my shoulder and a little voice said, “excuse me, can you stay in the shop please”? Without realising I’d wondered into their kitchen and was going through their private freezer!

In a comment left on my blog yesterday, SnowbirdArts referred to a photo of me. I’d completely forgotten that pic was still floating around on my profile. It was taken the day I bought “Photoshop” and wanted a few pic’s to play around with. I just held the camera up at arms length and clicked. After playing around with it for a while I really liked the starchy, Edwardian result. Looking at that photo again made me realise I desperately need to get myself down to the coast for a haircut! Long hair and retro hippy ends today…

posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (8:52 am)

OH my goodness! I cant believe that you went into those people's private freezer ;) Are you going to be embarassed about it whenever you go back to that shop?

posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (9:04 am)

OMG...That probably happens more often than you think at that shop. Too funny. I could just picture you rifling through their freezer and picking up their wedding cake and asking "How much for this?"

You need to post new pics with the hippy ends. :-}

posted by: SnowbirdArts (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (10:21 am)

Andaloo- Oh, I am truly torn. The starchy Edwardian look *is* very sexy, but being a fading hippy myself, I have a certain fascination with men with long hair. Especially if you'd just let me pull it back for you into a ponytail --- no just keep typing, I won't make it look silly... There. Very masculine, don't you think?

Snow

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (12:58 pm)

Reply to: lynne
I've been back a lot, and for some reason I'm called "boss" in there. Hmm Don't quite understand why...

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (1:01 pm)

Reply to: dangerkitty
I almost sent you the passport photo you asked for, but thought better of it.

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (1:08 pm)

Reply to: SnowbirdArts
Thanks for the thought, but it would take more than a hairband to make me look masculine! Damn, forgot my mantra...I am tall, I am muscular, I am Italian...

posted by: SnowbirdArts (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (4:19 pm)

Reply to: Andaloo
"forgot my mantra"

As I'm sure you know, this was actor Jeff Goldblum's only line in Woody Allen's 1977 film "Annie Hall". Goldblum, of course, went on to say much more lucrative things in various Jurrassic Parks... Just think where this could take you in a few years!

Linda

posted by: fotocali (reply)
post date: 04.23.04 (5:14 pm)

The freezer episode: that's just too too!

And speaking of mantras: one weekend when I was 13 or 14 or some such (early 70s), I went to visit my dad and stepmom. That weekend they happened to have signed up for a course in Trancendental Meditation (you know, the Marharishi Mahesh Yogi). As they had signed up for the family plan (so my stepsister could learn it along with the old folks), they brought me along at no extra charge.

I handed the guy my fresh fruit sacrifice and clean white hankie and he trancelike rolled his eyes or something and started chanting quietly then more loudly and then, chanting, leaned closer to me. I thought he was coming on to me or something. But it turns out he was giving me my mantra. Whatta crock! Northern California in the 1970s. Since, I've forgotten my mantra.