apricots

July 19, 2003

Well, that cold front moved through mighty fast. It's hot and humid again. I dripped sweat onto the postcards I was trying to mail at the Posta this morning. It took half an hour or maybe longer, I lost track of time. The postage machine stuck. The clerk didn't know how to fix it so had to get someone from the back room. She unjammed it, but then it ran out of those little stickers it prints the postage on and neither of them knew how to load it. A team of postal workers examined the machine while I dripped gallons of sweat onto their counter. The security guard scrutinized me but said nothing. Finally the machine worked, the workers collected my money, and I was on my way.

Marti made palacsinta today, served with apricot jam, cottage cheese, or chocolate sauce. My favorite is the apricot jam.

Speaking of apricots... when are we ever not speaking of apricots? I packed a few of the remaining apricots in my lunch this morning. I think I forgot to mention earlier that the same colleague who gifted István with the organic apricots returned the next day with a box of them for me. The challenge then became to eat them all before I leave. I've been eating several every day. So I packed a few of the remaining apricots in with my lunch this morning. By the time I got to the Botanical Department I had apricot juice. Fortunately, it didn't saturate anything important, just my hat, which for some reason I had take off and shoved in the bag - I guess because I was hot on the train. Note to self: do not pack apricots in the lunch bag tomorrow.

Come to think of it, if the apricots are so ripe that they can be crushed into juice by a cheese sandwich and a baseball cap, should I be eating them at all?

Today's Reading
The Hours by Michael Cunningham

This Year's Reading
2003 Book List

Photos:

Window seen from the tram