Monday, March 16/2009

Appointment to get teeth cleaned, which J fortunately remembers because I wouldn't have. A woman in the wainting room makes two calls on her mobile, one in English and one in Greek. In the Greek conversation she sighs "Kyrie eleison" (lord have mercy) which soulds like a religious chant imported from the Mass rather than a casual interjection as it would in English. Like the Alpha and Omega sporting goods store, which always seems so apocalyptic, and not at all like a regular A to Z.