It's all Greek to me

All things Greek.  I finished my last Greek yogurt this morning. 

I feel good.  I found this list of books I made months ago and once looked for any of them in Dubai and only found one title but didn’t buy it because it was huge.  Here are the titles in case I lose it again:

·         All the Light We Cannot See

·         The Romanov Sisters

·         Rainbow Rowell

·         Something other than God

·         The Empathy Exams

·         Beethoven

·         Lila-Gilead

·         Dept of Speculation

·         Euphoria

I went to change my car insurance with the Dhakan who doesn’t have a local driver’s license and the nice woman said this transfer has to occur with someone who has a license.  So we drove back to the university and returned to the insurance lady with another Dhakan who has a license and we waited until 2pm to hear from her and we didn’t.  So we will try tomorrow.  If the insurance company refuses to transfer the insurance to a ‘third’ party I will have to scramble to find a another buyer.

Shite

How bad will the collapse of Greece’s economy affect its people?  If you’re on an island, says one man, nature will nurture us through it.  And you will return to bartering?

I don’t feel good comparing my uncertainty with 11 million people’s uncertainty, an uncertainty that is akin to fleeing a burning house.  You get out and you’ll have nothing but your life.  The lesson I can learn, if you live on an island sell your clothes for fruit.

The BBC has the Interior of Ministry’s referendum count on the tube, 25% right now the vote is no, Greece will leave the Eurozone, the European Commonwealth,  oh Homer, we move fast.  The central bank should start printing the new-old currency, the Drachma.  Ok, I speculate like everyone else.  A humanitarian disaster.  The media seems happy making this great Greek drama the finest story of the new millennium.

A colleague said it was 58 degrees inside his car.  Ya, I felt it in mine, me Irish potatoes are baking.  I refused to turn the a/c high while I shuttled the potential buyers of the car, fearing it would overheat. 

7.7.15 8:13am

The pigeon twins chase their parents with wings open on the terrace.  I don’t think I’ll be around to see them fly. 

The flat is mostly empty now, I took the printer to school yesterday and it was immediately claimed.  Next to the door entrance all the stuff I don’t know what to do with grows.  A bag of dried food, a big bag of clothes, shoes I stopped wearing, two electric kettles that marginally work and the yoga mat that hurt my back. 

And in a few minutes I’ll drive the car to school for the last time.  A Dhakan colleague with a driver’s license and friend of the  Dhakan with no license transferred the registration in his name and the colleague with no license gave me two thirds of the amount I asked for.  Whew.  I gave him an extra key to show his wife the deal is just about done.

All I’ve got left to do in the next two days is pay the utilities and then go to finance.  If they cut me a check I’ll scramble in the heat to the bank and cash it. 

I still have no place to put my money except in my pocket.