well that's how my morning started out but after about an hour and a half it was cut short by a call from one of my weekend staff who was flying solo because of a no show. i thought at first i made a scheduling error or something so i threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and brushed my teeth but not my hair and swished on some blue mascara and headed off to work.
it turned out that i made no mistake. pats on the back to me. just the staff in question got confused and thought she worked next week and after i called her dad and he woke her up it was basically just an uno game with some members before she arrived at work. so a casual hour at work was better than 6 hours and then i was free again. i headed to the pet food store but before i went in i was talking to katie on the phone about how i basically need her to help me plan my trip and why isn't she there for me? she should know her role by now.
at the end of that convo rob rolled by on his new bike with his long frizzy purple hair wisping out behind him. his bike is black with green flames and big tires and a white basket and a clown horn. he's quite the site these days. his basket was full of milk and chicago style popcorn. so we did some catch up. that guy. he can't get over the drink. still the popular guy though. at least three times people went by who knew him.
i'm think archie in particular has a hard time eating crunchies so i've been adding water to the crunchies all week, and now that i've run out i might just feed them only soft. i got senior kitties now. they are 12 on may 16th.
and here i am back at home. archie and izzy are fed and soaking up the rays in their sunspots and i'm listening to folk roots on stingray music on my tv, in my own sunspot. a free day laid out before me.
last night fats and i met up downtown. she knew about a new moroccan resto in gastown so we checked it out. it was really cool inside, with moroccan tin lamps and decor. we were placed at a tiny 2 seater where my hair was dangerously close to a tin lamp candle thing. we each ordered a tagine because that was basically the only thing you could order. they just opened a week ago and they cook without oil and had piles of veggies, not peeled. it was good. our waitress was a little interrupty but we forgive her. we had good chats because that's what budz do. after that we went in search of dessert. i really had to pee because we all know i guzzle water in restaurants. it's a compulsion. we ended up at tree organics and bent ourselves in half to inspect the cheesecakes in the display. said bending made us laugh at ourselves. buddah chose chocolate and i chose marzipan. i left her to order and i went in search of an elusive washroom. i kept walking past these chinese girls doing a photoshoot in the brick alley and coming back and fatima sending me on another wild washroom goose chase and back past the #chinesephotoshootgirls into an elevator that didn't go anywhere and back into the cafe and back out and on to the street and into starbucks and then finally a washroom. i didn't even pretend to be a customer. i was just can i get into the washroom please and they were like ok miss. don't think i didn't enjoy the 'miss'. i did enjoy it. but i enjoyed the relief of peeing more at the time. back at the cheesecake counter, one of us scarfed down her cheesecake in 4 bites and one of us lingered over hers. i wonder... we talked about the escapades of samah and janvie. samah goes to bed at 10pm! that's her thing. and she wakes up bright eyed and bushy tailed. janvie is an early sleeper. fatima is a no sleeper.
we parted ways at waterfront station, me to the canada line and her to the expo line.
i have to tell you a funny story. on thursday i was off early because i started at 6:15 am so it was the perfect time to renew my passport since the office is inconveniently only open until 4pm. i didn't put on my navy flower zippy before getting into my car because i'm in a covered parking area. but upon arriving at the passport office parking lot i decided to put it on because it was raining pretty hard. so i kind of slouched it on and zipped it up, slung my fringy turk purse cross ma bod and made my way into the building and up the elevator. the nice security guard man pointed me towards the first line up. and it was while in this line up that i felt my hair was caught and tight on something. i tugged it back and it did not move. that's when i looked down and saw that my hair was zipped into my zippy-- a piece of hair from both sides of my head. so i unzipped it a bit but this only made the knot of hair around the zipper worse. and it was my dry ends all straw like and crispy with all that great friction to grab on to each other and NEVER LET GO. and unzipping it pulled it tighter. and it wouldn't go down further and it wouldn't go up. and i was tugging at it and that's when it was my turn to go up. the lady at the window eyed me dryly. "everything ok?" she said with an eyebrow raised. "uhm yeah", i laugh nervously "i don't know how, but i zipped up my own hair..." ha ha...trails off awkwardly. she kind of laughed and quickly went through my paperwork and sent me off to wait for the next line. so i sat there and worked on my hair to pass the time. i kind of had to break off the small strand from the right side and after that i was able to kind of work out my hair from the left side which came out all wonky and bent with multiple broken edges. but when it was my turn i was able to face the cheerful bright eyed passport guy hair-in-zipper-free. but when he asked where i was going, i almost forgot. but then i was like oh yeah MOROCCO. and he was like why are you going there and i was like BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE. and he was like, dude, you're too intense, no passport for you.
but for reals i get it in a week or so. he hole punched my current passport because i wanted it back.
since i have all new staff i had piyush to come in and train them on the ovens. i like to say piyush.
and this is how to make a long post suuuuuuper long! here are the photos of turkey i showed at relief society. :)
when i first arrived i did some wandering. this was a shop at the end of the road where i was staying.
the day before i was a little lost and sitting on that bench and that's where i met my first tout who tricked me into my first carpet shop. on this day i came here and realized it was very close to my hostel.
tulips came from turkey, you know. i think they said that they sent some to the netherlands as a gift.
we had lunch at the pudding shop which apparently all the hippies used to go to. i chose the iskender kebap because it was on my list of recommended foods from my turkish friends back in canada. it was delish.
the blue mosque was also amazing
the land of teas
i took a cruise down the bosphorous between the eauropean and the asian side.
istiklal street and it's iconic street car.
t he saruhan caravenseri where i saw the sema. one of my favourite experiences. built in 1249.
the sufis contemplate in these cells.
next morning balloon ride.
this little church was empty and i sang a hymn in it and imagined the early christians meeting there.
exploring an underground city that the christians used as places of refuge during persecutions. this one went 14 levels down but we didn't go down that far.
the evil eye
juiceman turned tour guide.
on to ephesus. this is mary the mother of jesus' house. that's what they say.
roman sidewalks are cool.
the heart the foot the woman and the money...this all means this way to the brothel. jerks.
a carpet making workshop
it was really windy at the aegean sea
alive or dead? resting or eternal rest?