pioneer woman

today (and yesterday) is a big holiday in the northeast of brasil. it´s são joão. if i understand correctly it is celebrating the death of saint john. the whole place has shut down. nothing is open. it´s far more closed then crimmus back in the states. i can´t even go to the grocery store. they have some big street party/celebration in pelourinho, but i have a head cold. so, getting mashed by a bunch of people doesn´t seem like fun to me.

ah so, i am spending the day at the dollhouse. all my clothes are dirty. lol. but it costs $5 to wash clothes. i only have $2. and i have no access to an ATM. fortunately i used to be a girl scout (15 years). i found a sample of detergent i received at a restaurant. strung up my braided clothes line. and finally put my pumice stone/nail brush to use. with my hair pulled back in flat twists and my sarong wrapped around me, i stood over my sink and scrubbed scrubbed scrubbed. i felt very purposeful. i thought of my great-granny and my granny frances hand-washing clothes back in the day.

i wonder what they did to keep their mind occupied. did they sing? was it a group effort? i listened to sean paul´s dutty rock. i never realised just how dutty he is. lol.

since their are no restaurants open i can either try to persuade erida to let me put a hotdog on tab or go down to the beach and search for the lady with the 30 cent fried balls stuffed with chicken. hmmm.