Avoiding Work with a Post

It’s lazy Sundays like today that I miss some of the comforts of the States.  I walked out of the bathroom with cold hands because I forgot to turn on my hot water heater last night.  Because of my negligence, I don’t have enough hot water to take a shower today.  Even though my hair is clean enough to go out, I don’t think I will.  Somewhere between the bathroom and the not so cozy armchair (which is not very far), I realized I am quite hungry.  It is 1:30 after all, and all I’ve had to eat today was a piece of coffee cake that my landlady brought over.  Not five minutes after I rolled out of bed she was knocking at my door inviting me over for coffee. (She must have been listening for my toilet to flush)  Lady, I’m still in my pajamas here, let alone still with yucky sticky morning teeth.  She brought coffee to my flat, as her boys are still asleep.  

So yeah, I’m still hungry and missing comforts.  In my hunger and laziness I wish for a frozen Sam’s Club lasagna that I could throw into the oven. Or, even better, the ability to, in my “just rolled out of bed,” undressed, unbrushed, pajamas and toe-socks state, hop in my Jeep and run down to Taco Bell for the afternoon breakfast of champions.  Breakfast, only because it’s the first meal of the day, even though it is afternoon and clearly NOT breakfast food.  It gets tiring to make breakfast from scratch, although I can make killer apple pancakes (talk about work!!).   In my coldness I wish for a heater that worked and more winter clothes.  In my loneliness I wish that my most meaningful English language conversations weren’t delayed and confused by my ability to punch this keyboard.  

But on the bright side…  

…It’s not raining today!  It rained ALL DAY yesterday.  It really started to pour around 7pm.  I’m not sure when it began, but I noticed around 8:30 that I had a nasty leak in my ceiling.  I informed my landlady right away.  Of course, I don’t know how to say, “My ceiling is leaking” in Bulgarian.  I go over and say, “I have a problem.”  Lili, my landlady, looks at me with great concern.  I point to the ceiling and say, “Water.”  Profound.  I’m back to communicating like a two year old.  Fabulous.  today.  no water. sun.  better. me like.  

…The boring weekend is almost over and tomorrow I can go back to school and both deal with and love the chaos that is my school.  I have a blast in my classes.  I’m still not sure where I fit in, in my school, among my English teacher colleagues, in this town.  The only thing I do know is that I belong in that classroom.  I still don’t know exactly what it is I’m supposed to be teaching these kids.  For now, that does not matter.  Well, that’s what I keep telling myself.  

…My face looks a bit better today.  I went for a “facial” yesterday.  Now, I’ve never had a facial before, neither Bulgarian nor American.  I suppose if I took better care of my skin and went more regularly, I’d be a bit better off today.  I’ll tell you what, that hurt.  I was expecting massages and cucumbers and masques.  Well, you might could call that a massage, and I sure did get a masque (you wanna talk about tight!).  Never in my life, have I…  Even though my face looked like radioactive minefield yesterday, it felt really fresh and clean.  So I’ll probably go back next month.  What can I say?  I’m a glutton for punishment, always have been, right ma?  

Well, I’m going to go back to work on my Summer Project Report, or as I like to call it, “How to Have a Crummy Summer,” or “Maegen’s List of Failures.”  Maybe I’ll post that later.