Election time is not until June 7 (supposedly), life is really slow and I am currently encumbered by domestic issues. We have a new housekeeper. Apart from the fact that she is a very nice, friendly and hard-working lady, she sort of misunderstood it when I said she could use the house phone if she felt like calling home now and then. After all, she’s got 3 children, and she’s leaving them behind at a point in their lives when they really should have her around them. And so I thought it would make her happier if she was able to talk to them now and then. I am not sure how many times I had in mind when I said ‘now and then’. Maybe once a week or so. She apparently had a different thing in mind.
I just got the February phone bill in. She called home 90 times. You read that? 90 times! That’s on average 3 times a day! To the Philippines. I’m still catching my breath here. Sweet mother Maria. Ninety times to the Philippines. I can’t take it out of her salary as she’s in dire need for the money. But I guess calling home is off the menu for a while.
La Pause Thé Ou Café, oil on canvas, 120 x 90 cm © 2002 Mona Trad Dabaji
And so I leave you with the painting of a Lebanese painter, Mona Trad Dabaji, that I would love to buy, but I guess I’ll wait until the March phone bill comes in. See if I can still afford it.