Welcome to Busy Town. . or some might say Cranky Town.
Aside from the government officials who zoom around by helicopter daily, we have other , I suppose- lesser officials, who travel by auto, zooming through the city streets.
We are alerted to this, every time, by the motorcycle police and police cars, speeding down the streets with horns and sirens going and among all the lesser official cars, there will be one shiny big black car ..
Being mostly Clueless in Buenos Aires, we have no idea who they are or where they are coming from or going, it is still a tiny moment of pomp and Argentine Hooplah.
( I did recognise the flags of the officials from Israel who went zooming down our street a couple of years ago, that was very cool. )
A few blocks from here, we have some mighty grand and beautiful hotels.
Large hotels with security.
They are just right for those who come here with an entourage and require 24 hour a day pampering and bowing and scraping.
Madonna is here.
And in the Sports World, the one I pay a tiny bit of attention to, Roger Federer and Juan Martín del Potro are here too.
I am sure there are many more luminaries here, but these are the ones that are the most recent and fussed over at the moment.
Now on to other Cranky-ness...
This will garner no sympathy for me, but my housekeeper didn't show up again for the 4th time.
Forget about the fact that we have a maid who comes once a week, this is the way things are done here, everyone has a maid .. they call them maids too. Not housekeeper .
Mine calls in sick ... often.
Actually she just doesn't show up. Often.
She is here once then the rest of the month, she has some sort of health emergency.
I generally have never really cared but this is her 4th Wednesday illness in a row.
I think it has something to do with finding out we sold the apartment and we are moving.
So this all leads me to complain about the noise of our vacuum cleaner, the funny scent it leaves behind , how tiresome I find people who sit in traffic that is obviously going nowhere and still honk incessantly and the lady upstairs has allowed her pipes to leak ( in other words, after the last leak, she did nothing to repair them) and we now have water stains on an otherwise new clean white ceiling.
And we will have to hire a painter and pay for the repairs.
Some things in life are just not fair ... ( obvious ploy for sympathy)
So being busy complaining and all, we will drag my whining self to the Mall.
Where there is pretty music, mighty air conditioning and many many shops.
I will no doubt find something I have to buy and probably will return in a much better mood.. and maybe not so cranky.