11:55am— The coloring book’s instructions suggest five
minutes a day of coloring reduces enough stress to start the day right. I colored
for thirty minutes standing in the window sill where the light is best with to
fill in the tiniest of spaces for a leaf that overlaps another leaf.
I’m wondering now if I’m coloring for a different
reason.
Day two of the lock down and at seven thirty and just
waking up two of my students came to the house.
They were obviously not notified and I made a coffee and continued with
Grisham.
Half the day is done and what have I accomplished other
than reading and coloring? Is this what
you call professional development? Yes,
in many ways it is exactly that.
I think I should go outside and get warm.
6:14pm—The sun is setting forty five minutes later than
the beginning of the year and it was a nice one to be with tonight; two blocks
east a group of young boys and girls danced in the street to the familiar drums
and snake charming tin whistle, a wedding.
It’s fascinating since I haven’t heard nor seen much of any culture since
I arrived in this country six and a half months ago. Unless of course I forget the customs and
traditions at meal times or from what I’ve learned about the Afghani and his
country from them in this house, no, it’s all culture, I know. I guess.
Every Thursday I pay my food bill which Rezek gives me
the tab on a post it note and shows how much he spent every day in groceries. For breakfast and lunch I spend on average
five bucks a day. Not a bad deal
considering today for lunch on the lawn five men ate bowls of spinach, fresh
bread and a yogurt salad on its third day and tastes better now.
The drums continue.
And it’s time to eat. How is an
egg and toast with green tea sound tonight?
Splendid.
‘do what I love while I can’
10:51pm—
2.5.16
10:03am—I hooked classroom speakers to the pc and
behold music I don’t need headphones to listen to. I can hear James Taylor anywhere in the
room. Wow. Friday morning is the only day where I usually
don’t see or deal with anyone in the house, a chance to wash clothes, watch a
movie, read, and that’s about it dammit.
All right, I’m all set to do something productive. Tea at hand, sugar free oatmeal biscuits to
my right, the space heater to my left, I just finished my last biscuit, ok,
here we go.
10:49pm—City power returned today after 2 weeks of
nothing and the geyser got hot and I took a much needed shower after an
afternoon dune bashing in the deserts an hour south of Aino Mina. It was the first chance I’ve had to see a
little bit of the region, once out of the city limits the landscape changes to
empty wheat fields, brick kilns and homes made of mud with nary a wire anywhere
for miles and there is the desert, separated by a stream that begins a few
provinces north where it is a river.
This is a popular place to hang out if you’ve got a car to get
here.
There were a number of things I’d been ruminating and
hoped I’d remember them when I got to sit down here and I can’t remember
shit. Give me a minute, give me a
cigarette, Lord we’re smoking too many of these, ya’ll hearing?
Coldplay, I remember, am I the only one who sees the
pattern they keep singing about? I know
it wouldn’t bother anyone to know.
Oh, and it was a surprise to me reading
Grisham’s ‘Gray Mountain’ of similar tragedies and cover ups happening in Flint. When is someone gonna sue everyone
involved. Someone has to be prosecuted,
right?
Was there something else, I can’t remember it’s time,
really to sleep.
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