I Keep Dancing On My Own

In shocking news, I’ve been kind of busy lately. It’s been great!

We did a few fun things over the weekend. On Friday night, JR’s boss hosted a happy hour. He had a great spread of food, wine and beer (and sangria!). It was nice to catch up with people that we hadn’t seen since before our trip. On Saturday, Amy and I went for a drive without any set destination. While we were stopped for gas, Amy pointed out that a wedding party was passing us. It’s a caravan of cars, and the last car is decorated for the bride and groom. Saturday was a big day for weddings around here, because we saw at least 15 other wedding caravans that day!




We wound up driving to Prizren. We walked around the shops and stopped in at a cafe for some ice cream.



Note the skinny arm. Amy gets me.

So as I said, this week has actually been busy. I volunteered to be the secretary for the board of the employee’s association, and we’re currently hiring a general manager, so we’ve had interviews and work to do for that. The maintenance men came over on Monday to help me hang pictures (apparently, you aren’t supposed to hang them on your own, so let’s all pretend that we did not, in fact, hang anything up ourselves). It feels even more like home with our stuff on the walls. My favorite is this photo wall (it’s a work in progress):

picture wall

Today has been wonderful. Amy let me borrow her car, so I drove to the big grocery store. I really love driving. It just feels good – especially when it’s nice out, and the windows are down and you put your favorite Robyn song on (note the title of this post!). The most exciting part is that the grocery store had chicken at the butcher counter!! I confirmed that it was chicken, and through a bit of charades, confirmed it was boneless. Then I had this exchange.

Me: May I please have 2 pounds of that chicken?
Lady: Ma’am, we are not in Britain. This is Kosovo (said with a smile.) You want 2 Euro of chicken?

I was thinking that 2 Euro would buy me approximately one sliver of a chicken breast. I also didn’t understand why she thought I was British, until I realized that by asking about pounds, she thought I was talking about British currency, not weight. It was all resolved when I asked for 2 kilos of chicken instead.

I’m irrationally excited about this chicken. In part because it came nicely packaged like this:

And it didn’t look like this:


I came home and continued my productive streak. Being unemployed seems like a perfect reason to actually make the things I pin on Pinterest, instead of just sitting around pinning them. I cut up fruit and made individual servings for smoothies to freeze, and I made peanut butter banana bread.


banana bread

One thought on “I Keep Dancing On My Own

  1. Your Banana Bread looks really good, I hope you enjoy it. I love reading your blog. Tell Justin we said hello and take care. Love you . Grandma.

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