Eastern Zurope

Cooking a dinner party for 12 in Bulgaria. zl

House Rules

3 peebses + andy: orphans' christmas in lyon 2011

thanksgiving is here, and you know what that means.

a nice, big, green, lumpy helping of ginger ale saladé. mmmmm

thanks to / for you all from the chicago-o'hare airport.

when october gives you snow, make snow-narwhals (the work of l. gray)

a touch of zu swag

Q: what do you get when you add mason jars and swag?

A:

Occupy Val, Day 6

The Zu is in dire straits - this is our sixth day sleeping in a pile of cots in Lewis-Sebring. It was fun the first night, with "miniature tanks" and "places I've been fired from" and watching Space Jam on Maxwell's projector, but it's getting more than old by now. We even called dinner at 6:30 every night and marched into Val together and took an entire athletic team's table. It's been a weird week.

BUT! now we're even kicked out Lewis-Sebring! Our stuff is in a big pile in the middle of the floor, and we were awakened by the gentle roar of industrial vacuum cleaners mere feet away from our heads. Refugees again, lest our unwashed plaid discourage any parents (it's parents weekend! they must eat in lewis-sebring!) from donating to the college. Lulu and I are waiting for a shuttle to take our stuff back to the Zu now, where we STILL don't have power. But at least tonight we will walk our own unlit, freezing, incredibly-smelly hallways, under the watchful eye of a "guard" to make sure the house doesn't spontaneously combust. Long live the Zu!

Hot Potato

Our power just came on this morning after five nights in the dark. Last night we found a bunch of two by fours in the basement, dug a pit in the backyard, and finally made ourselves some delicious hot food. The Zu has been camped out on FEMA cots in Lewis-Sebring, which sounds awful enough to make our cold little house seem pretty wonderful.