Adelina here. I am sorry. I look at Jeff’s blog and realize I have not been keeping up. You would think, being dead, that I would have plenty of time to blog, but it is not so very simple. Just because you are dead doesn’t mean the beets don’t need to be planted, the butter doesn’t need to be churned, the laundry doesn’t need to be beaten on a rock. My cousins have been no help at all. Tunde and Iulia have discovered jello.
We are a fortunate family, having one of Romania’s first jacuzzis. Tunde and Iulia have filled the jacuzzi with jello and now Vlad is partying like it is 1869. “C’mon in,” he shouts. “There’s always room in jello.”
Vlad likes to take his clothes off and shake his little thing at me. I made him promise to keep his clothes on. Soon we were all in the jacuzzi. That was Saturday. The next thing I remember it is Tuesday. The beets have not been planted. The butter has not been churned. The laundry has not been beaten on a rock. But Vlad did keep his clothes on. And I feel o-double-good. So there is that. We plan to do it again next Saturday.