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Thursday, November 17, 2011

"All On, Strange!"

Yesterday afternoon, Luke and I went to the grocery store for the third time this week.  Going multiple times a week isn't only normal, its a necessity.  Reasons:  1.  Everything we purchase, we carry home.  So small/light loads - which hardly happens, are better.  2.  Our refrigerator/freezer is the size of one you would typically find in a dorm room.  3.  Oh! And back to the smaller loads being helpful, we carry our groceries up 68 steps before entering our flat.  Grocery shopping should count as a workout.

As I was saying earlier, Luke and I went to the store yesterday.  While waiting for our bus home, we ran into our neighbor from across the hall.  As we are struggling through a conversation with her limited English and my limited Swiss-German, we didn't realize our bus never showed until the second bus didn't come.  Our neighbor promptly asked another bus driver and then rushed back to us, grabbed my arm, and said "Come!"  I later learned our scheduled bus had been in a minor accident and we were running to another location to catch a different bus.  By the time we make it home its 5:30 and dark.  As we are walking towards the apartment building, my neighbor notices my lights are on.  We both find this strange, because I'm pretty sure (and hoping) I turned them off and we both knew that Bill was in Japan.  My neighbor looked through the peep hole and said, "All on, strange!"  As she held onto Luke, I opened the door and called into the apartment. Bill answered from the shower- he was home early.  My neighbor was relieved and I was grateful that I wasn't crazy- I did turn the lights off.

Reminder to self- make sure I always turn the lights off when I leave.  Switzerland for the most part is safe, I never considered that someone was in our flat.  If someone had been this would have been a real concern for us and our neighbors.  I don't think it ever crossed my neighbor's mind that I could have possibly left the lights on - people turn out the lights when they leave.  I was grateful Bill was home - I think my neighbor was ready to call the police, I'm not sure she would have believed that I may have left the lights on.