It's May 21st, and everybody will go to the country soon... except Unghshu. It's still cold, and our countryside electricity system won't stand another freezing person. Liza already damaged it once (she switched all the heaters that were in the house, and then boom... electric kettle, to complete the picture). Then they were sitting without electricity and waiting for a worker engaged by Elijah. (Elijah was here, in Kolpino, at the moment, proceeding with the repairs,- so the only thing he could do is to call for a specialist and tell him to come to our plot. Lickily, he fixed everything and didn't take a lot of money).
Today, i didn't speak to that ballerina girl (Alya's daughter, Sabina), but i read ALL the info that i'd given to her, because i wanted to be able to advise her actual things about her work on Beethoven's Sym.N°5. I've already read her 2 online lectures on the symphony's structure and semantics, but she's acting like a typical student: she doesn't want to read anything and asking me stupud questions. Now she's stuck on her work on psychology, and we're losing time. I was upset, so i called Alya, told her that her daughter is procrastinating (with "transparent hints"), and sent her the same books as i'd sent to Sabina. Alya thinks that i'm doing a "great job", but what's the use of it...? Uugh...
Today was a weird day. Tomorrow will be the same. Mom and i visited our Azeri market together. The vendors are sitting inside their kiosks now. Fortunately, in most kiosks, we can pay with a card, except the one with dried fruits and seeds. There were not so many customers, but i felt uncomfortable. It feels like people haven't realized the threat yet,- many of then, vice versa, are so used to it already, that they barely pay attention to the safety requirements.
Here is how every fruit/veggie kiosk looks like these days. OTOH, we are grateful, that this small market with vendors from Central Asia (like Azerbaijan, Uzbekhistan, Tadjikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turcmenistan, etc.), is still working, because the vendors are always nice and friendly, and fruits and veggies are fresh and yummy. Moreover, we can pay with a debit card. It's written here: "Attention! Use protective masks and gloves! Take care of yourselves. Comply with social distancing of 1.5 meters! The place is being disinfected every 2 hours. /Situation room of "SV" shopping mall".
There was an interesting conversation between me and some (presumably Tadjik) woman-vendor.
Me: "Tell me please, do you ever have sumac here?"
Vendor: "Huh?"
Me: "Do you ever order sumac? S-U-M-A-C???"
Vendor: "Ooohhh!!! Sumac!!! How on Earth do you know about sumac???"
Mom(!), about me: "She loves to devour various inedible nasty things".
Me (realizing that mom is confusing that migrant woman): "Sumac? The red one?"
Vendor, not listening to mom: "Ohhh, yes, sumac is great, we put it in everything, we cook everything with it, we make marinated this, sauteed that, roasted this, boiled that, everything with sumac...", etc., etc. (It was clear that she was excited).
Me: "It's yummy and beneficial. DO YOU HAVE SUMAC???"
Vendor: "Oh, unfortunately we don't have one right away, but i can bring you some from the stock. Give me your number and i'll tell you when we bring it here. How much do you need? 500 gramms?"
Me: "Not enough..."
Vendor: "Will a kilo suit you?"
Me: "Yeah, a kilo will do"...
So i gave her my number, we bought cucumbers, Azeri pomegranate juices and 10 huge apples from her. Then we moved to another kiosk.
Unghshu's new cauliflower head bought by mom the day before from that same woman.
Mom is good at growing spring onions on our window sill. I think, she needs to stop procrastinating and launch a small business of home-grown greens or smth., lol.
Unghshu's walk on May 18th. Gigantic bird cherry tree near the river (it's really big for a bird cherry tree).