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I have had a packed couple of days. today I did not do much, though, however I did fufil an ambition and got around to shpping at the Armenian markets in Watertown. the quality of the food and the beauty and variety of it surpassed my expectations.
the two stores sell fresh-made tasty food as good to look at as taste. pita bread and Amernian pizza. soft and limp, oven-fresh. the same with the tan (almost the color of the fruit of a tangerine), falafel, a crispy skin crust outside, crumbly inside. brosges with spinach and cheese inside.
walking back home I saw a woman with (naturally) orange hair on the other side of the street. and then without thinking crossed to the other side and there I met C. we hugged. C had gotten released of the psych ward two days ago.
the psychiatrists had forbidden C to have any visitors or callers or clothing donations (C had come into the ward with only the clothes on her back) so I could not have called or dropped by and they wouldn't let her have donations. I thought that C herself had decided to have nothing to do with me. actually, the psychiatrists had mandated this.
I couldn't have visited her because for some reason they had forbid her visitors or clothing donations. she said we had run into each other as she went to take the bus into Waterown, to shop at the same markets from which I had just come.
EDITED 6/14/06
the two stores sell fresh-made tasty food as good to look at as taste. pita bread and Amernian pizza. soft and limp, oven-fresh. the same with the tan (almost the color of the fruit of a tangerine), falafel, a crispy skin crust outside, crumbly inside. brosges with spinach and cheese inside.
walking back home I saw a woman with (naturally) orange hair on the other side of the street. and then without thinking crossed to the other side and there I met C. we hugged. C had gotten released of the psych ward two days ago.
the psychiatrists had forbidden C to have any visitors or callers or clothing donations (C had come into the ward with only the clothes on her back) so I could not have called or dropped by and they wouldn't let her have donations. I thought that C herself had decided to have nothing to do with me. actually, the psychiatrists had mandated this.
I couldn't have visited her because for some reason they had forbid her visitors or clothing donations. she said we had run into each other as she went to take the bus into Waterown, to shop at the same markets from which I had just come.
EDITED 6/14/06