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dishwasher 101

22 Thursday Aug 2019

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I remember being all excited when I moved in to the present Casa Azahar two years ago and saw there was a functioning dishwasher. It certainly came in handy after moving and unpacking. After that I stocked up on dishwashing pods (2 for 1 offer! because man, those things are expensive) but after an initial flurry of frequent-ish use, I stopped. There just never seemed to be enough washing up to justify using it (though my friend Gabriella tells me they actually use less water than washing a few things out in the sink).

Anyhoo… earlier this month I wanted to use it but it had been, um, maybe a year since the last time? So I put some stuff in that I don’t eat from (dish draining tray, utensil holder, etc) to put it through a cycle to clean the thing out first. Then I was going to use it again yesterday and wondered if I should run it through a cycle again first as it had been three weeks. So… halp!

If a dishwasher isn’t being used frequently, how often should it be cleaned out by running it through a cycle? Or does it have to be? Also, those detergent pods I stocked up on? They’re looking kind of weird now. Do these things go off?

first of her name…

16 Friday Aug 2019

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Morcilla, first of her name, queen of her realm, destroyer of soft furnishings, nimble of paw, frisky of nature, cuteness personified. Also, a very silly girl 😉

I know we’re not supposed to have favourites (children, pets, etc) but we always do. Before it was Azar, and now it is this little monkey. Morcilla is six and a half and still looks – and acts – like a kitten. And she’s hilarious. Loves to play and has me wrapped around her cute little paw. I cannot resist or deny her anything. Could you?

blood!

14 Wednesday Aug 2019

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WARNING: although this looks like a Jackson Pollock (it’s actually BLOOD!) the rest of this post might be a bit TMI for some of you. Nothing gross or anything, just, you know, perhaps somewhat more info than you may want to know about. So you have been warned. And it’s totally fine if you don’t want to carry on reading…

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post-traumatic heebie-jeebies

12 Monday Aug 2019

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I speak for all three of us – myself, Luna and Morcilla – when I say that this morning’s exploits were nothing short of heroic. Leaving Loki out of this because, well, he’s a big lazy galoot and chose not to get involved. It all started when I sat up in bed and saw both girls staring intently at the little bookcases that are under the bedroom window. And I just knew it had to be my worst nightmare, something I always dread in summer.

Of course I am speaking of Periplaneta Americana, AKA the massive cockroaches that arrived in Spain on the ships travelling back here from the Americas. The largest of the cockroach family, these muthafuckas also FLY. Yes they do. Arrrrgh.

In all of my years here in Sevilla, in the various casa azahars, sightings have been limited to maybe once or twice a year and always in summer (they “come out” more when it’s hot… shudder). Until now I thought my latest casa az was somehow magically protected from these creepy crawly horrors. Alas, it is not. But I suppose I’ve been lucky as it’s been over two years without having seen one.

Anyhow, back to this morning. The girls were not budging. They sat with their bodies rigid, eyes fixed on the bookcase, ready to pounce, and all I could think was… PLEASE DON’T LET IT RUN UNDER THE BED (this actually happened once at the previous casa az, resulting in the disassembly of the bed in the wee hours). I was too stricken with terror to move the bookcases, mere inches from the end of the bed. It was a stalemate situation.

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