Sri Lanka has my heart
At the place I’m contracting at, I’ve made friends with a woman from Sri Lanka. She is beautiful and opinionated and thinks too much about the sorts of things that I think about (for instance: how unsatisfying it is to buy lunch out, when whatever I can make will taste much better and cost 1/3 as much, and then how frustrating it is when I forget my lunch because then I have to go out and buy something I’m not really into, which tends to make me grumpy for the rest of the afternoon.) She is a devout Muslim, which leads to some interesting conversations, and gets homesick a lot. Her mom came and visited Austin for six weeks and stayed at her apartment, and when she came, she brought my friend presents and presents for her to give away. So last Friday my friend showed up at work with a beautiful, crazy orange and teal-green batik wrap skirt for me. Woo! It’s outrageous and lovely and when I got it home I put it on and twirled around my house in it. It has a nice swing to to the cut and is made of very lightweight cotton, so it will be perfect when it’s hotter than Satan’s armpit in August.
The skirt and my friend make me go: “La la la la la!” and also “Eee!”