Shanti is back again today. I want nothing but to sleep in, but I have to tidy the place up and get ready. I wanted so badly to cancel on her, I am crashing and in a foul mood. But it is great once she gets here. I suppose I need to remember that in the future. I'm building more furniture today and beginning to arrange the office. After two months, we are only just now starting to put some things away where they belong. I have been camping in our apartment until now.
Shanti and I do some bonding. She offers to help me learn the area and where to get things. She also says Regin looks exactly like me, so I show her baby pictures of me, my dad, and George to see if she still thinks so. When I show her the one of my dad, she thinks it is Regin!
She tells me about all that she's going through right now with her religion and associated activities. Sunday is a fire-walking festival (she's Indian/Hindu) and they have been on a vegan fast for two weeks prior. They're also celebrating the mothers for Mother's Day. Mothers are particularly special to them. She says they're godlike because they birth us. They honor the elder mothers the most and also do helpful things for poor mothers. Normally, the group that she works with receives money from the government that is allocated for this Mother's Day stuff she does. But because of the huge political shift that just happened here (the details of which are beyond my comprehension) that money is no longer there. I am not sure if she is asking for money from me or just venting. We've been told to expect people to drop hints and use stories to ask for things because they will never ask out right. But if it's a hint, it's not clear enough for me to act on it, so I don't. Besides, I'm paying her well above going rate (so I've learned), so I'm already giving her extra she can apply towards the celebration.
We have workers in here all afternoon. They're here to fix the window that gushes rain, the loose window handle, the pouring leak in the powder bath, the (already new) shower head that fell off while George was using it last week, and kitchen cabinet doors. There are other things they are supposed to take care of. But that's all they're doing for now. George was too uncomfortable to ask about the smell coming from the cabinets in our kitchen. He wants me to do that. Most of the projects are only half completed when they finish and leave.
We watch last week's LOST episode in the evening. YAY! People keep asking us, and are completely shocked to find out that we have no satellite. That's basically no TV. No, we haven't used the TV set since we moved in. We've used our lap tops a few times, but that's it. The TV is no good anyway. They're supposed to give us a new one tomorrow.
THURSDAY
I was going to try and finally see a doctor today. My pain is decreased, but still present. But I was expecting workers all day, so I couldn't. Only one worker actually showed, late in the afternoon. Ah well! I guess more workers tomorrow!
It rained all day today. Rain is a constant here. There are long, clear times when you forget there is such a thing as rain, but then the rain comes back and reminds you with gusto. When we first got here, for weeks we had a nightly rainstorm. Usually with thunder. One thunderclap at the hotel actually had me leap out of my chair with fright (knocking my laptop on the floor, with me tripping over the cable as I try to run away), it was so loud and close. Recently we've had several rainy days. The rain is strong and loud, and by the time you hear it gushing it's already way too late to take your laundry in. Too bad. It takes me so long to dry everything that I have to have laundry going at all times to try and keep up with it. Today's rain means my laundry in the washer will have to wait another day to come out, which means it'll smell and I'll have to wash it again. I guess I'm going to have to buy more drying racks. Clothes don't dry great indoors here, but it certainly beats drying in the rain.
The flowers on our bedroom balcony are happy. They were all shriveled and barely making it when we moved in. I was going to rescue them and revive them with my careful touch, but I keep forgetting and I've never given them a drop. There has been so much rain in the last week or two that I haven't had to water them a bit.
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