Postcards from the Edge
Just now as I wandered through Newlands Shopping Centre in search of cash a vendor tried to sell me an automatic Italian umbrella, whatever that is.
I’d like to be able to flush the toilet at work except I can’t because we haven’t had water for the whole of this week. I’m starting to drink less, all the tenants in the building are starting to drink less, but its Not Working. The toilets are foul and our collective tempers are explosive. But back to the cash – imagine not being able to withdraw your money from the bank – admittedly there’s not a helluva lot you can buy with it, but still, it’s Mine.
What else? When it rains here our already demented drivers, drive even more poorly. Zimbabweans reckon that the best way to approach non-working traffic lights is to put their foot down on the accelerator, turn their hazards on, and go like the blazes. This might be a worthwhile tactic if you’re being pursued by a naked Oppah Muchinguri but its not helpful to other motorists who are trying to negotiate some right of way.
OK. So you can tell I’m stressed. In an effort to engage in some self-help I read a Time Magazine article on stress management last night. It said one should avoid TV and junk food if you’re feeling a bit edgy. Just before I read this I’d been watching So You Think You Can Dance while eating 4 liquorice strips.