Just some text to pass the time…
I woke up early enough this morning, for me at least, at 7:30. Then proceeded to play the “snooze” game for an hour, returning again and again to my pleasant dreams under the warm covers, knowing it would be cold once I emerged from my blanket and mosquito net.
Finally though, I did emerge, had a bit of water, and put on the electric kettle for coffee.Turning on the lights, I sat at my comfy “reading chair,” legs propped up on my extra bed which has become an office area of sorts… I pick up “Lulu in Marrakech,” a fluffy novel about a witless female 30-something CIA field officer stationed in Morocco with an English lover… Oh the intrigue! Not really. The book was left behind by a student and, feeling nostalgic for the time I almost followed a 30-something CIA analyst lover to Tunisia, I decided to pick it up. Soon it became clear that it was one of those books that I would read on only to be done with it. And done I was, at last, this morning.
But the high point wasn’t finishing the book, it was my coffee, hedonist and coffee-lover that I am. I’ve done a tiny bit of research, aided and spurred on by another student, and discovered a tiny trick or two for making better French press coffee. Letting the boiled water cool a bit is one thing, but I never would have tried pouring in just a bit of water first, enough for a shot of espresso perhaps, and stirring that around; allowing it to froth up naturally, and then pouring the rest of the water in. I’ll experiment some more, but I think that has made quite a difference.
I put on my new rings – two Tibetan silver rings with the text “Om Mani Padme Hum” written around them. One on each ring finger, the only finger on which I’ve ever felt comfortable wearing a ring. With one more package – books – be sent home, I head out the door.