Luzia, the cleaning lady

She's funny and fast working, tries to be around if something is going on, and is amazed by the kind of things I have, like the slow cooker, the drying machine, such a large fridge, etc.

On Friday, right before leaving, she told me that if the weather allowed, she would change all the bed sheets on Monday. What?!

"Yes, you know how it's been raining and it will take a very long time for them to dry, so maybe we should wait until we have a sunny day!"

So, Monday morning I told her that the bed sheets would be washed regardless of the climate, and that we would be using the drier. She refused, claiming there was no need to do that, to waste energy, maybe for the towels that are so much heavier... and she hung the sheets to dry, under the roof so the rain would not get to them.

Finally on Tuesday, she accepted humidity is high, rain is still here and the drier is waiting. I showed her the sign that says "energy preferred" hoping she would grasp the idea that it's less of a pollutant. She does have a point and I know it.

Then I saw her put the towels in: folded! ha ha ha ha. I insisted she could just throw them in, but she said it was better that way. There's no point arguing with great-grandma.

   I showed her how to set the slow cooker and then, as I was brushing my hair to go out, told her to put some chicken and vegetables in there. Before I could say "hey", she had already started cooking the chicken in a pan, with oil (which was precisely what I was trying to avoid) and there was no convincing her that it could only be cooked in the crockpot... that it's main purpose was to avoid further cooking, time, etc.

Eric had some freinds over for the weekend and in the complexity of things, a wooden spoon was left outside, near the pool. Today, Luzia showed me that spoon, all gnawed at the tip, like a bone. She told me there are some animals, for all I understood they are like skunks, that live in the area, are scared of people, but they are always looking for extra food. We should never leave things outside, like food or small trinkets. Do you want me to put out some venom to kill it?
-"oooh! And then what would you do with it? " I shrieked. "Well, I'll just put it in the trash, like I've done before. Unless a cat eats the venom, then you'll have to do it because I'm afraid of dead cats."

I'm totally skipping that one.