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Ipoallergenico, but lavender-scented |
As I sniffed and rejected one bottle of detergent after another, I realized that I, too, have become one of those Berkeley cranks. But for now I am resigned to living in clothes that smell like flowers.

Today we bought a bunch of adapters and extension cords of various sizes and find that we need to use most of them. The plugs in our hidey-hole look like the mare's nests of extension chords my late father was famous for creating. It doesn't take much to flip our apartment's circuit-breaker, though. Since everything still seems to be working, I assume these arrangements are safe, if rather unsightly.
3. They sell sage-flavored dishwashing detergent. I bought some but I only washed one dish, in icy water, and I couldn't smell anything.
4. I've looked in the freezer cases of several markets and no one seems to sell frozen raspberries. Blueberries, yes, and frozen strawberries (yech), and a "frutta di bosco" mix of blueberries, blackberries, and a pitiful few raspberries, but no bags of plain old raspberries. What am I going to have for breakfast every morning????
Pam bought some but says it isn't really good enough for drinking. She uses it to make risotto.
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I just shared this to my Tumblr blog under "expatlife".
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