Turkish Ice Cream

 

Today I worked on campus, and my young coworker got there just after me. I spotted a cockroach, and she freaked out and wanted to spray it, but I'm more scared of bug poison than of bugs. I tried to catch it with a paper towel, but it ran under the door into the office used by the teaching assistants during the school year. Since nobody is in there now, I let her spray in there, and she sprayed her own office for good measure. Fortunately I was leaving to go to a co-working session for FART 5 in Seabird's building, so I avoided breathing in too much spray. Afterwards my colleagues who work in my building were going to take the Campus Bus up the hill with me, but then they decided to go to the food carts for lunch. I felt antisocial for not going with them, but it was very hot (there was a heat advisory), and I wanted to eat my falafel and hummus I'd brought from home in air-conditioned comfort. Then Seabird and I walked on the shadiest parts of the Lakeshore Path, and I again took the Campus Bus up the hill. I think of it as the Lazy Bus because it didn't exist when I was a student - we had to walk up the hill under our own power.

Late in the afternoon I heard someone coughing up a lung, and I went to my young coworker's office and asked if she was having a reaction to all that bug spray. She said no, she thought I was the one who was coughing, since I'd had to take an allergy pill earlier, so we realized it must have been our third coworker, the only other person around. Then Travalon picked me up and took me to my haircut appointment, and then we went to the Tibetan restaurant for dinner, where we sat at a low table with cushions and ate dumplings. It was an adventure; Travalon says he never needs to sit at that table again, but I did discover that they have outdoor seating. Here he is sitting at the low table.

We stopped at the Turkish restaurant to try their new Turkish ice cream.

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Today was Vanilla Ice Cream Cone Day (as well as Hot Enough For Ya Day), so I got the plain ice cream, while Travalon got the Oreo-flavored one. The guy serving it really put on a show, because he was using a long-handled spatula and the ice cream is very sticky, so he'd hold the cone out to Travalon on the end of the spatula and then snatch it away. He did the same thing to me. It was hilarious! The ice cream was very tasty, and as you can read on that sign, we felt virtuous eating it because it's so much healthier than regular ice cream... or so they say. I was a little disappointed that the only four flavors were plain (the guy kept saying it wasn't vanilla), chocolate, strawberry, and Oreo - nothing exotic like saffron or pistachio rose. For that, we'd have to get gelato.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I went to the dentist. She said I have very healthy, strong teeth. Too bad they're not more attractive, but it does seem like the people with the perfect, pearly teeth have more problems. I've only had two cavities and they were both in way-back molars they took out anyway. One was a wisdom tooth. Why we have teeth we don't need is beyond me. Seems like a design flaw.

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