Today, instead of writing anything medical, I would like to introduce you to some of my housemates. I had planned on living alone here (at least before the wedding!), but I guess God decided I would be lonely, so He's provided me with some company.
Brian is my favourite of my companions. Not sure why his name is Brian...it just is. He has family members, as well, some bigger, some smaller. They are cute, and don't get in my way, and supposedly they eat mosquitoes (more on them later!), so I don't mind them.
Meet Bill. He has a cousin named Bull. In case you're not familiar with Swedish children's literature, Bill and Bull are the evil cats in a series about a cat named Pelle who has no tail. Bill and Bull have died and come to life many times already. For some reason there are always 2 of them, and they stalk my kitchen at nighttime. Before I moved here, I'm told the microwave had 3 dead cockroaches somehow stuck inside the glass of the door. I was given the option of keeping it or having the workshop take it away for me at no charge. I should have kept it, at least to get a photo, but I opted for expedient removal instead.
Meet Shelob. She also has many relatives in my house, some bigger, some smaller. I don't think she's as deadly as her namesake, but I'm still grossed out by her. I'm not sure what was going on with this one...a sac of eggs, perhaps? I found her one morning, sac and all, drowned in a bucket of water in the bathroom. I can't say I was too disappointed.
Meet the builders. They like to congregate in my house, especially in the kitchen, and, for some reason, the bathroom. We all know that ants work hard, and the Bible holds them up as examples for us all. I don't mind them too much...I've just learned not to leave any food lying around, and to rinse all my dishes.
Then there are the invisible friends. There is the one mosquito that seems to fly in my room every night. I have never seen it, but it whines around my ear, and bites me just as I'm drifting off to sleep. I spent several almost sleepless nights dealing with it until I finally gave in and put up a mosquito net. There is also the rat (rats?) who lives in my ceiling. I haven't seen him, either, but I can hear him scurrying around up there, especially at night. Gross!
Today I found a centipede (or maybe millipede - not sure) in a bucket in my bathroom, but was so grossed out and freaked out by it that I drowned it before I thought to take a picture.
Now, outside, I also have many friends. There are the crickets that Paul can hear every time I talk on Skype with him. (That's how he knows that our skype connection hasn't been lost if we're quiet for a minute or two. In Kathmandu it was dogs - here it's crickets). There are these big crows that, like racoons back home, go after the garbage outside. There are a few dogs, too, but nothing like in Kathmandu.
Directly underneath my bedroom is the sleeping room for the guards on the compound. Every morning about about 5:30 I get woken up by the sound of really forceful horking and spitting...lovely! And then they chat for a few minutes, and move on. Sometimes I can go back to sleep after that, and sometimes I can't.
All in all, it would seem that God is answering people's prayers that I wouldn't be lonely over here. I might have chosen different companions, myself, but His ways are not our ways!
Brian is my favourite of my companions. Not sure why his name is Brian...it just is. He has family members, as well, some bigger, some smaller. They are cute, and don't get in my way, and supposedly they eat mosquitoes (more on them later!), so I don't mind them.
Meet Bill. He has a cousin named Bull. In case you're not familiar with Swedish children's literature, Bill and Bull are the evil cats in a series about a cat named Pelle who has no tail. Bill and Bull have died and come to life many times already. For some reason there are always 2 of them, and they stalk my kitchen at nighttime. Before I moved here, I'm told the microwave had 3 dead cockroaches somehow stuck inside the glass of the door. I was given the option of keeping it or having the workshop take it away for me at no charge. I should have kept it, at least to get a photo, but I opted for expedient removal instead.
Meet Shelob. She also has many relatives in my house, some bigger, some smaller. I don't think she's as deadly as her namesake, but I'm still grossed out by her. I'm not sure what was going on with this one...a sac of eggs, perhaps? I found her one morning, sac and all, drowned in a bucket of water in the bathroom. I can't say I was too disappointed.
Meet the builders. They like to congregate in my house, especially in the kitchen, and, for some reason, the bathroom. We all know that ants work hard, and the Bible holds them up as examples for us all. I don't mind them too much...I've just learned not to leave any food lying around, and to rinse all my dishes.
Meet the destroyers. Unlike their relatives the ants, the termites like to demolish homes around here. I haven't actually seen them..just their trails. My didi is forever cleaning up after them.
Then there are the invisible friends. There is the one mosquito that seems to fly in my room every night. I have never seen it, but it whines around my ear, and bites me just as I'm drifting off to sleep. I spent several almost sleepless nights dealing with it until I finally gave in and put up a mosquito net. There is also the rat (rats?) who lives in my ceiling. I haven't seen him, either, but I can hear him scurrying around up there, especially at night. Gross!
Today I found a centipede (or maybe millipede - not sure) in a bucket in my bathroom, but was so grossed out and freaked out by it that I drowned it before I thought to take a picture.
Now, outside, I also have many friends. There are the crickets that Paul can hear every time I talk on Skype with him. (That's how he knows that our skype connection hasn't been lost if we're quiet for a minute or two. In Kathmandu it was dogs - here it's crickets). There are these big crows that, like racoons back home, go after the garbage outside. There are a few dogs, too, but nothing like in Kathmandu.
Directly underneath my bedroom is the sleeping room for the guards on the compound. Every morning about about 5:30 I get woken up by the sound of really forceful horking and spitting...lovely! And then they chat for a few minutes, and move on. Sometimes I can go back to sleep after that, and sometimes I can't.
All in all, it would seem that God is answering people's prayers that I wouldn't be lonely over here. I might have chosen different companions, myself, but His ways are not our ways!
