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Apmestie salāti.

My grandmother is good at a lot of things - gardening, cooking, and cleaning the house, the clothes. She is the perfect housewife and washing perhaps is her favourite pastime activity, especially, brainwashing or looking how others wash or do other things - how they look, how they go, how they care, how they smile.

-Look,look! - She pushes out while chewing her sandwich. - All of them at home! Alice with her boyfriend! You know, Anne had a birthday this week. And also Paul with his girlfriend. Today they were all working - got a water line installed.

I guess there is nothing she could miss. I couldn't add more. I continue sipping my morning coffee.

- Well, I have to mow the yard on Tuesday. I wish I would have won that lottery. I wouldn't have to do it on my own, I just would find someone to do it in my place. Nobody's hard-working these days. Who will mow that grass for me, those tipplers and chimneys? I could pay them and even feed. - She has finished eating and begins to wash the dishes.

There is nothing I can say. I could offer to do it, but I don't want her to pay. However, she usually does. I hand over my cup and gaze at the street that goes by our house. A middle-aged man staggers along with a package of food. He is too drunk - it would be easier for him to crawl than dawdle, but he is full of determination to reach an unknown destination. He is holding a package and for a moment it seems that it could be the package that guides him and that he walks in its rein.

Grandmother also joins me watching the street view.

- I hate drunkards. What a shame, wander around in such looks in broad daylight! And now he is crawling on all fours like a dog! Good Lord! What's he doing there?

I am grinning like the Cheshire Cat before disappearing into thin air. The man is really on his knees, leaning on his hands and staring down miserably. His guide, the small package, has scattered all of its contents on the ground and they look quite as vomit.

The view framed by the window surely looks disgusting. Tossed vegetable salad mixed with all kinds of dirt - sand and microscopic stones, poplar fluffs and animal hair, small invisible galaxies of germs on the plate of road before that poor tipsy man.

I stopped looking. But after some hours I knew that he had eaten the salad off the road abominably. Nothing can get past my grandmother, really.