Compromise

Ice_cubesHmm, compromise.  When do we compromise our tightly held principles?  I must admit, staying in this guest house with a nice big freezer, I have been compromising.

See, in the village where I live, I don’t have room in my freezer for an ice cube tray.  So, that’s one of my big treats in the big city!  That’s when the dilemma of compromising starts.

What’s the cardinal rule of living overseas?  Don’t drink the water.  And it has related rules-don’t rinse your toothbrush in the water, keep your lips tightly closed in the shower, and if an ice cube made with filtered water falls out of the tray into the sink that has had unfiltered water in it, throw the ice cube away.  That’s where I’ve been compromising.  I know, I know, it’s unwise, but how can I bear to throw away a precious ice cube?  Maybe pouring Coke over it disinfects it?  Tune in next week to see if I’m posting about gastrointestinal distress.  You can say "I told you so" then.Dp_2

In other news, I found a whole case of Dr. Pepper for sale at the supermarket here.  Anybody know about any recalls of Dr. Pepper?  Hope not…

Published by Nora McNamara

Lover of languages and linguistics. Besotted Auntie. Jesus follower. Sacred Harp singer.

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