Grocery shopping, or You were right, Aunt Dawn

I've settled into a routine here, maybe that's why I haven't been posting as much.  It's still warm (mid-80's) and I'm still enjoying teaching.  Things aren't quite as novel as they were two months ago.  I'm listening to Josh Groban sing "When every road has had its say..."

Today I was reminded of a conversation I had just before I left with my Aunt Dawn.  Something about not buying weeks worth of groceries because if you don't drive, you have to haul them home.  I was reminded of that today as I hauled a week's worth home at least eight blocks, sweating all the way.  Then up four flights to my room.  What Muskingum did for my legs, Taiwan will do for my arms.  Everything goes in one bag, because you have to pay for the plastic bag, if you're blonde like me and forget to bring plastic bags every single time.  Here's what I dragged home:

4 eggs
medium sized bag of chips
2 liters of green tea
laundry soap
four apples
frozen dumplings
mini frozen pizzas
dumpling sauce

Not only is it impressive because I carried it all the way back, but my bill was 652 NT.  Roughly $22 in American money.  And that will last a week, maybe two.

Tomorrow is an FET day at Pantou, and then we have to rehearse for a county-wide showcase that's taking place in November.  Last "rehearsal" was kind of a disaster, too many people trying to direct.  So this week I'm going to do a hostile takeover and get these amateurs into shape.  Kind of like this:

But I'll be a little nicer.  A little.