Someone outside (of course) was just honking and honking his horn. Not only did I notice it, but it was pretty bothersome. And yet… my aunt Gladys lived in a building that was in the middle of a diagonal (which meant that several streets met around it). Cars were always going by and honking their horns – as they do in Argentina. And yet, I barely noticed. I never thought of the place as particularly noisy, at least after being there for a few days. It’s amazing how we get accustomed to ambient noise, even when it’s not constant.
The other day Mike asked me if the construction noise from across the street bothered me. In actuality, I hadn’t even noticed it (though I did at some point later, when I was trying to watch TV, and I closed the door). Perhaps I’m just too self-involved 🙂
Author: marga (Page 79 of 158)
I am unusual among the women I know in that I’m not into shoes. I’ve never cared much about how they look, and in recent years all I pretty much wear are tevas, not the most attractive of shoes. Most of the shoes my kids wear come from Payless – and there you get whatever you can find that fits – or my mom gets them for them. So no, I’m not a shoe fiend.
Until now. Today (and today only), Amazon.com is offering brand-name children’s shoes for $10. My kids are in total need of shoes, so, of course, I had to go look. I ended up buying 5 pairs – and I have to say, some of them were pretty cute. This is what I got:
The first two are for Camila and the other three for Mika.
These are sort of cute, but as I was looking at them, I came up upon Toms, which apparently is a company that donates part of its proceeds to poor children in Argentina. Of course, something I like. My god, their shoes are soooooooo cute, though, of course, way, way, way beyond my shoe budget. I mean, I feel bad about having spent $50 in 5 pairs of shoes – imagine on one? or on half a pair? Still, they are cute. Here are the ones I liked the most:
but they have other adorable ones. *Sigh*
When I have a reason to spend so much $$
Sababa / Front Porch Bookshelf Valley of the Pharaohs
I was describing the kitchen. To the left, beyond the counter, there was a door going down to the basement, and beyond that another counter with a sink (I think) and more cupboards (I also think). The basement, the zótano, was a strange room. It smelled very much of humidity, and indeed I remember at some point, when La Plata was flooded, that the whole zotano was full of water. Seems weird now.
But before that, I remember going down there with Tito. He kept the potatoes in there and they had started to sprout. The sprouts were long and fascinating. The potatoes still cooked and eaten.
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