I enjoy looking out of our 11th floor windows several times each day over the city. With each time of day and different weather conditions we get a different persective. At home we looking upwards at the changing personality of Mt Timpanogos, here we are looking down on the city. Mornings are beautiful as the rising sun touches the tops of the buildings to illuminate them in the passing darkness, sunny days and cloudy days each show a new personality to the city, and evenings bring a golden glow to the whole scene. It's a new view each time I look out a window.
Now let's talk about eggs. They come in cartons of 10, not 12 (because of the metric numbering system). They are not found in the refrigerated section of the grocery store, but just on a shelf. Dittmars explained the reason for this is that here the eggs are not washed before putting them out for sale, and, therefore are preserved longer. We are having a hard time remembering to wash them before using them. A new thought. The yolks are orange rather than yellow. From the first time we entered a store here, we have seen eggs already decorated for Easter...not sure if they are hard boiled or regular (hard boiled).
We haven't yet seen any milk in a gallon jug, just in the 1 liter cartons which sit on the shelf rather than in the refrigerated section. The grapefruit we've gotten comes from Florida. I'm not sure where the rest of the produce comes from, but it definitely all starts spoiling more quickly than we are used to at home. (Later learned that our new refrigerator hadn't been set to a cold enough temperature. All is well, after all.)
You might cringe to think of us Senior Missionaries as "dumpster divers!" Each week we see piles of household things sitting next to the sidewalk after an apartment is cleaned out: chairs, refrigerators, stove tops, ovens, counter tops, and cupboards that were most likely broken as they were discarded on the street. No wonder Ikea makes such a profitable business around here! I think things are not made to last.
This week as I was out for a walk with Sister Ryser (SLC, husband on medical staff), we saw some perfectly good things sitting out. She helped me pick up an upholstered chair and get it into the tiny elevator to our apartment. Now you know that if the two of us can pick up a chair, it isn't too heavy. It is made of styrofoam just like the couch and chair we were provided (definitely not very comfortable).
Later that evening, Ken & I checked out another pile of discarded stuff (not garbage). We found a perfectly good set of bookshelves so we carried it back to our apartment. Since we have only received about half of the furniture and supplies that we are due, I guess we'll have to keep looking on the street! And we aren't the only ones who are happy to find treasures on the street.
This week as I was out for a walk with Sister Ryser (SLC, husband on medical staff), we saw some perfectly good things sitting out. She helped me pick up an upholstered chair and get it into the tiny elevator to our apartment. Now you know that if the two of us can pick up a chair, it isn't too heavy. It is made of styrofoam just like the couch and chair we were provided (definitely not very comfortable).
Later that evening, Ken & I checked out another pile of discarded stuff (not garbage). We found a perfectly good set of bookshelves so we carried it back to our apartment. Since we have only received about half of the furniture and supplies that we are due, I guess we'll have to keep looking on the street! And we aren't the only ones who are happy to find treasures on the street.
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