in-laws

I woke up early this morning to clean. I had put it off all day yesterday, so I was up at 6am today to start cleaning. Not that Tolga's parents would mind a messy home, but my mother would and some how this was my driving force.

The in-laws were coming by bus, and then by taxi. I was expecting them around 7:30. Not that I could have everything clean by 7:30, but at least the living room for them to take a nap. I was in the middle of cleaning the stove when my doorbell rung. I had been expecting a phone call that they were on their way, but instead, Anne was outside my door.

They were both very cute. Happy and excited about their adventure to Ankara. Baba sat down at the table to read his newspaper, Anne sat down with me to chat for an hour or so. I'm not exactly sure what we talked about. I think we gossiped some.

We had breakfast together. I got a newspaper and some bread for Baba. Then I laid out some pillows and blankets for Baba's naptime.

My in-laws don't require much. They are happy with pretty much anything - which is good for most things in life, but unfortunate for someone who takes on their seeming lack of concern.

For example, I like taking showers.
I think everybody should like taking showers.
Often.

I also like clean clothes.
Everyday.
Preferably outfits that can be rotated so everyday seems new.

I also like heating and cooling systems. To be clear, I like heating systems in the winter, and cooling systems in the summer. And while my in-laws are perfectly happy with themselves and accepting of their lives, and while I try really hard to be like them. I still meddle some.

Anne was wearing a non-breathable sport outfit. She wasn't wearing an undershirt so she was sweating up a stinky steam in the suit. I suggested we buy her an undershirt and she wanted a yellowish-orange one to match the stripe down the side of the suit. We were also looking for a more breathable zip-jacket. A jacket she could zip up when she was cold, and unzip when she was hot. (Tolga has trouble with this one too - both seem to break out in profuse sweating and never consider removing the jacket). I'm sure Anne was tired too, but ever since I had mentioned taking her shopping at the bazaar, she was excited to go. She doesn't shop often, or ever, really. And when she does, everything is cok parla. But, I think she's getting used to me taking her shopping. . .

Anne was surprisingly picky. I had found a coat for her in the color she liked, but she was afraid it wouldn't be breathable, like the jacket she was wearing. Most women's coats were to tight on her. But in the end, we left with several shirts, two pants, and a jacket.

We walked back home, and Anne hasn't really moved much since. She took a nap, complained of her leg hurting, took another nap. Same with Baba. They fought over the television programs once I showed them how to turn it on. (I had been kind of holding out on that one). Much to my chagrin, the show they can always agree on is the news. Alla-hala . . .

I made us a roast chicken and vegetables for dinner. I liked it. But like I said, they don't require much - so I suppose they liked it too.