So all the greeters at Wal-Mart know me by now but I haven't visited Walgreens as often. But I had to re-fill a couple of prescriptions before my trip to CO tomorrow. For some reason I couldn't do it on the website, and then when I spoke to the velvety-voiced customer service rep he couldn't find my order so I hoofed it over to the big 24 hour Walgreens. Twice in fact, since I didn't want to wait 2.5 hours for my prescription in one evening. Last night when the meds were finally ready the pharmacy assistant looked at my info - San Francisco address, San Franciso doctors, and San Francisco Walgreens - and said: "San Francisco. I was just there this summer! It's real different from Little Rock!" Yep. Sure is. Then at the other check-out counter the clerk with the tidy dreadlocks asked me if I was from Hawaii. Huh? I said that I was from the Philippines and that there were 2,000 odd Filipinos in Arkansas. To which the burly gentleman behind me exclaimed, "You know lumpia then!" Turns out that he was a professional chef who liked his eggrolls Filipino style. Never mind that I could never get my chubby awkward fingers to wrap them myself.
Orhan Pamuk won the Nobel Prize for literature. This is the first time I've read an author before he/she won the Nobel. I loved My Name is Red and it'll be interesting to see if the main library here in Little Rock stocks his other novels. I loved Istanbul when I visited and also enjoyed seeing former Ottoman outposts Skopje and Tirana. Plus Turkey is one of the few countries MoBob and I can visit together without much fuss since he doesn't need a visa and I can get mine upon arrival. The highlight of my time in Istanbul was definitely attending church services in the Izmir Branch. It was the smallest branch I've ever visited - less than a dozen people - but one of the most intense spiritual experiences I've ever had.
There is a flock of geese in the field in front of the office this morning.
Turns out that he was a professional chef who liked his eggrolls Filipino style. Never mind that I could never get my chubby awkward fingers to wrap them myself.
Hee hee. How is it that I managed to get roped into "all the kids wrap lumpia" duty at my friends' houses and you managed to avoid it? I'm a champion lumpia wrapper, for a white girl, that is. *grin*
A couple easters ago for a potluck I brought "Easter Eggrolls" to a potluck -- lumpia that I had dyed multiple colors. They looked *hideous.* I wish I had thought to take a picture.