Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Nov 5, 2018

Fall, the Flu & a Fiasco or Two....


Yes, it's that most wonderful time of the year when the monsoon clouds recede and breezy, balmy, mild, and dry days prevail. The tourists arrive to enjoy the spectacular weather and the festivities of the Hindu and Buddhist high holidays. What could possibly go wrong??? Read on for the rant!



You know it's October when you can see the mountains again here in Nepal. This was the glimpse of the Annapurnas from our backyard last week. Gone is the fetid, festering heat and humidity of the Monsoon season. Unfortunately, the agricultural burning starts in October and continues through March. The influx of tourists bringing microbes from around the world combined with the persistent smoke lead to a host of respiratory problems.



And so it happened that the Sheikh (my husband) came down with the nastiest flu. What started with simple allergic rhinitis (a runny nose) gradually escalated to an acute viral respiratory infection. High fevers (103F/39C) alternating with chills, cough, headache, and horrendous body aches. So I sent the Sheikh to clinic to get blood work done. I wanted to make sure he wasn't having a typhoid relapse (we are all due for a typhoid vaccine booster and typhoid is endemic here ) and rule out a secondary bacterial infection or pneumonia. An executive blood panel includes screening for dengue, malaria parasite, leptospirosis, and four strains of typhoid. The bloodwork came back fine but the physician on duty at the clinic wanted to admit him due to his high fever. We decided to try the clinic's new home health care option. Most westerners do not realize that if you are hospitalized in South Asia someone is going to have to bring your meals to you, buy your medications at the pharmacy, and buy/bring any supplies such as bandages or syringes. They don't send you a bill at the end of your hospitalization like in the US, it is more a "pay as you go" sort of system. So the home health nurse came to our house and installed the intravenous port in the Sheikh's hand as you see in the above photo.


The home health nurse arrived by scooter, looked to be about 20 years old, and wore a hoodie over pajamas. Not the most professional of presentations. She proceeded to take the Sheikh's temperature, pulse, and blood pressure. She never washed her hands, used a hand sanitizer nor wore gloves. The home health care physician recommended a triple whammy cocktail of antibiotics, lots of paracetamol to bring down the fever, and the antiviral peramivir. (I was surprised they even had peramivir here - I guess they're thinking the next permutation of Swine Flu is going to be truly vicious.) I thought the triple antibiotic regimen was overdoing it but I was glad they had the antiviral. So then the pajama-clad nurse looks around and asks where the pole to hang the IV is. I replied, "You didn't bring a pole or anything to hang the IV on?" Whatever. Above you see Bibi's "jugaadi" (make-do or hack) IV rig. A sturdy clothes hanger affixed to the curtain rod over the sofa. The clips on the clothes hanger can also be used to hang the patient's chart. The cord you see the drip suspended on is the drawstring from a pair of my salwars (trousers).

Oh, I love a parade! (Except when it is through my living room.) This is actually the Indian Border Securities Forces Camel Cavalry in the Republic day parade. Camels and pompoms- what's not to love?

Culture Clash: If you are sick in South Asia you can expect a parade of well-wishing visitors possibly bearing fruit or fruit juices as gifts. It doesn't matter if what you have is dire, deadly, and or contagious. It doesn't matter if you really don't feel up to having visitors. You must invite them in to sit around you, express concern,  and cheerfully chat up your morale. Your medical chart may be passed about for all and sundry to peruse too. I don't know about you but the last thing I want around when I'm spiking 103F/39C fevers and am miserably ill is any sort of guest.


And you are obliged to serve those well-wishing visitors tea, coffee, and snacks. So in addition to caring for the Sheikh whilst he is miserably ill - I get to be hostess, barista, and chaatwala. The type of tea and coffee served here both require boiling milk and must be served scalding hot. This means you can't stray far from the stove while making them lest the milk boil over. No drip machine for the coffee and the tea leaves are boiled separately.  The snacks are easier to manage as they're usually just packaged biscuits and chaat mixes placed on a tray. We averaged about 20 to 30 guests a day.


The Ongoing Melodrama of the Maid: On the second day of all these harried happenings the maid announces that she is leaving for 15 days to Kathmandu. Why? Because she's pregnant and is going to have "treatment." Congratulations and goodbye was all I had to say. I know I sound like a heartless, entitled, and overprivileged meanie. But this maid has just had a 50 day paid holiday this Summer whilst we were on vacation. Then she said she was taking four days off for Dashain and she was gone for seven days. Both times she has asked for cash bonuses and raises. She hasn't even worked here for 8 months yet! She's only here for 2-3 hours a day and usually washes the dishes, cleans the floors, and makes the beds. We are already paying her twice the going rate for a maid. Many households also require their maid to do laundry and cook but I do that myself. Sigh.


With no maid, I now have to do all the dishes for not only our family but all the guests' teacups and whatnot myself. And I'm starting to get low fevers, chills, and nasty body aches too. UGH. Surprisingly, I never seem to get as severe a case of whatever flu is going around anymore. Not sure if that is due to getting the US version of the flu vaccine for 20 years or my sturdy constitution. I didn't spike the high fevers like the Sheikh did. The body aches were so severe I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, even the bottoms of my feet hurt.


Germs? What germs?

As you may surmise, due to this cultural practice of visitation during illness all of our valley now suffers this nasty virus and local clinics and hospitals are filled to capacity. Why does this cultural practice persist despite modern notions of contagion? Well, you will find throughout Asia that they don't truly believe in the "Germ Theory." Illness is believed to be brought about by changes in weather, dietary indiscretions, and cleanliness is considered more of a spiritual matter. Yet despite these erroneous beliefs South Asian physicians prescribe antibiotics like they're handing out candy. Is there any wonder that New Delhi is the birthplace of the latest antibiotic-resistant superbug?



Curiously, there is a commonly held belief here that drinking chilled water or any other cold beverages is unhealthy and can cause illness. Given the lack of sanitation here, I can see where drinking water that has at least been boiled is safer. Conversely, taking a cold shower or bath is preferred and considered good for health. Nepalis believe that a hot shower or bath is bad for the skin. Apparently, this is idea derived from the Nepali practice of pouring boiling hot water over a slaughtered goat or pig to make the skin bubble off. The variety of ancient traditional medical systems here like Ayurveda, Unani, and Siddha probably accounts for many of these practices. Living in Asia has taught me that culture supersedes education, religion, and common sense.


About three days into his illness the Sheikh decides our living room needed refurbishing. Suddenly, amidst the throngs of felicitous guests, he is embarrassed about our worn out 12-year-old carpet and ratty sofa. 
Why now?!? 
The old carpet looked manky when we first moved in 12 years ago and has suffered water damage from an indoor flood (the drains on the roof became clogged during a severe storm and water came streaming out the electrical outlets) and the cats have shredded the edges into oblivion. The sofa has had a hole ripped clean through one end by our cat Spotty for about a year now. We are currently building a new showroom in a new hotel so the Sheikh asks the carpeting crew and upholsterer to stop by. Above you see two of the carpet samples I was shown to choose from. Pretty amazing selection. eh?I believe there was a solid burnt orange sample too but I chose the boring solid brown you see in the background. South Asian home decor has been stuck in stodgy 70's earth tones since forever. So in between serving guests, I managed to dismantle the 3 huge bookcases in our living room so the carpet could be laid. The hole in the sofa has also been repaired so people can sit on it too! Woo Hoo!


And that was the week that was.......
We are all slowly on the mend here now, THANKFULLY.  I eventually convinced the Sheikh to turn the @#$%! phone off so that people would quit coming and he could get some rest. I'm still going through the 700+ photos I took of the wedding in Kashmir- hope to have a post up on that soon. If you made it this far, thank you for listening to my rant! Hope your week went better than ours did!

How are you all faring with the flu and cold season in your area?
Be sure to load up on zinc  and vitamin C to support your immune system!

Jul 9, 2018

On the Road to Shambala


Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala


Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame 
With the rain in Shambala
 

Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind,
Out on the road to Shambala


Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind,
On the road to Shambala


I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes,
On the road to Shambala


I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes,
On the road to Shambala


Ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On the road to Shambala


How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala?
Please tell me, how does your light shine in the halls of Shambala?


That was Three Dog Night's 1973 hit version of "On the Road to Shambhala" if you were wondering. Yes, Bibi is certainly a member of the MTV generation as she even puts posts to music. If you ever wondered what Shambhala is- it's a mythical Buddhist kingdom surrounded by snow capped mountains where the final incarnation of Vishnu will occur. Indeed, it was the inspiration for the Shangri-La of James Hilton's Lost Horizon. This legendary kingdom may or may not be extra-dimensional or on the etheric plane. Anywho, we're off on a family vacation for about a month during which I shall not be posting due to lack of internet service. We might end up in Shambala, who knows? Until then,

Gonna keep on tryin'
Till I reach my highest ground! 

(Red Hot Chili Peppers' 1989 version)
No one's gonna bring me down, Oh no......

Bibi ;)

Jul 2, 2018

Please Stand By...


This last week has been a doozy. The other night after dinner our house started smelling like melted plastic. Then the air conditioning units wouldn't work. Then smoke began filling the rooms. So we shut everything off, called the electrician, and sat in the dark. It seems the Nepal Electric Authority was cranking out an alarming 370V current instead of their usual 220V.


This went on for four hours so we had to completely shut off all electrical items in the house. We've spent the weekend praising Allah that our house didn't catch fire, airing out the house, and replacing all the melted light fixtures, ceiling fans, and air conditioning units. Our neighbors all suffered the same problem and have had televisions and computers ruined too. (Luckily, our computers and televisions are routed through the invertor so they don't seem to have incurred any damage.) Still, I'm surprised there weren't any fires in our district.


All that and two sick kitties too.  We haven't heard anything from the Nepal Electric Authority, there were no lightning storms in our area either. I shall try to get a "real" post up next week. Sigh.

What next?
Hope things are going better where you're at!
Inshallah,
Bibi

Jun 18, 2018

The Body Shop: Bibi's Faves

Founded in 1976 by the late British environmental and human rights campaigner Dame Anita Roddick, The Body Shop started as one small shop in the UK selling just 25 products. Now the range consists of over 1,000 items and there are 3,049 stores located in 66 countries employing 22,000 people. Today I'll share with you my favorite skin care and fragrance products from The Body Shop!

Dame Anita Roddick looking very much as when I met her
I actually met the founder of The Body Shop in 1990 at the Union Square store in San Francisco. Simply dressed in a dark turtleneck, blue jeans, perhaps just a little mascara, and a riot of natural curls - she looked very much the native San Franciscan. Or so I thought until I heard her British accent as she approached me with a very charming and personable, "Hello and welcome to The Body Shop! Anything I can help you find?" I had no clue as to whom she was and thought perhaps she was the manager of his new store. We chit-chatted as I marveled at the shelves full of fragrant goods. The Body Shop was much more hippy and hessian-weave when it first came to California in 1990. Scented items included hand-stitched tulle sachets full of dried patchouli leaves from India, bits of dried orris root, rosemary leaves, or lavender buds to scent one's linens or lingerie was on offer. A "scent bar" with flacons of perfume oils that customers could sniff and dabble in was on offer much like the sort made popular by the 70's chain Perfumer's Workshop and Berkeley's own original Body Shop. One could even have your very own bath and body products custom scented with oils chosen from the scent bar. I asked the cashier if the lady who helped me was her manager, "No! That's the founder of the company, Anita Roddick!"


The Body Shop boasts of being one the first cosmetics brands to prohibit testing on animals, and the first company to introduce the concept of Fair Trade and ethically sourced products to the beauty industry. The social activism dimension of the company first evidenced in 1986 when The Body Shop proposed an alliance with Greenpeace in the UK to save the whales. Who could forget their shocking late 90's ad campaign featuring Ruby, a red-haired doll of average proportions with the slogan, “There are 3 billion women who don’t look like supermodels and only 8 who do.” Ruby's Rubenesque figure captured the imaginations of western consumers weary of the rail-thin heroin-chic of the beauty industry’s advertising messages. Pretty darned edgy, even for the 90's!
The scent of the 90's!
The Body Shop expanded rapidly with it's affordable, fun, and exciting products appealing to teenagers. Products changed from "hippy chic" to "hyper trendy" with banana shampoo, strawberry shower gel, mango lip balm, and chocolate body scrub. The Body Shop's White Musk or the now discontinued Dewberry anointed every teenaged mallrat from Belgium to Boston! The Body Shop model spawned numerous similar rivals in personal care both high end and low end- Bath & Body Works, Kiehl's, L'Occitane, Lush, Garnier, and even Boots now has a natural-based line! In 2006 The Body Shop was taken over by L'Oréal for £652.3 million. As with most companies bought by L'Oréal, product lines were streamlined and ingredients cheapened. The Body Shop's once unique products became no better than mediocre drugstore brands. The Body Shop's claims of being cruelty-free and ethically sourced became dubious given L'Oréal's dismal reputation.
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When questioned about the seemingly hypocritical decision to sell to L'Oréal, Dame Roddick reckoned that The Body Shop would act like a "Trojan horse" that could influence the huge corporation from the inside. Unfortunately, Dame Roddick died in 2007, so what influence she may have had we will never know. L'Oréal's mismanagement caused the once strong brand to lose its trendy edge and become a confused mish-mash of products with little emphasis on cruelty-free, fair trade toiletries and make-up. The cosmetics giant eventually offloaded the High Street chain due to suffering slowing sales last year. The new owner is Natura Cosméticos of Brazil and seems to be a better match for The Body Shop. Both companies share similar ethical values and awareness of their environmental impact. In March of this year The Body Shop, Natura Cosméticos, and the advocacy group Cruelty-Free International join forces in the Forever Against Animal Testing campaign. The objective is to call for an international convention at the United Nations that will ban animal testing worldwide. One million signatures on the petition is all it takes to initiate the proceedings that will lead to this convention. Sign the petition today, and get all your friends to do it, too! And that's why Bibi started shopping at The Body Shop this year again!

This is my very favorite skincare product from The Body Shop, the classic Vitamin E Moisture Cream. Loved since 1977, The Body Shop's Vitamin E iconic skincare range has stood the test of time. This particular moisturizer is one of their best-sellers with a jar being sold worldwide every 18 seconds! Formulated with lightweight emollients, plumping hyaluronic acid, wheatgerm oil, and (you guessed it!) vitamin E - this cream is non-greasy, absorbs fast, and locks in moisture for 48 hours. It is as hydrating as pricier and heavier formulas but feels more like a lotion as it easily sinks into the skin. If you suffer dry skin like I do, but haven't found "The One" - give this popular item a try.

The Body Shop's Vitamin E Sink-In Moisture Sleeping Mask is a newer addition to this iconic line. Sleeping masks are a Korean beauty trend that's really catching on in western countries. I love its light, gel-cream consistency that leaves my skin plumped and hydrated in as little as ten minutes. For a more intense hit of hydration, I leave it on overnight. I find this product especially useful for dehydrated skin during or after air travel. It plumps and hydrates as well or better than Sisley's super $$$s Black Rose mask. I could do without the almond-baby powder scent though.
For those of you with sensitive skin, I'd recommend The Body Shop's Aloe Soothing Night Cream. Dermatologically approved and clinically proven suitable for sensitive skin this stuff really works! The Body Shop's Aloe range uses the world’s first fair trade aloe and is preservative-free, dye-free, silicone-free, fragrance-free, and 100% vegan. Aloe really does soothe, comfort, and calm irritated skin. Unfortunately, we don't quite understand how aloe works but I use it for everything from burns to bug bites and have a large plot of it growing in my garden. When my skin gets irritated in the dry Winter months, dehydrated after a long flight,  chapped due to high winds, or if an eczema flare starts - this is the product I use. This cream is light, non-greasy, and feels immediately calming. My only complaint with this product (and The Body Shop's other creams) is that I wish they would put it in an airless pump. The tub is unsanitary reasons and does not preserve the antioxidants once opened.


The Moringa Body Care Collection:  Moringa oil is one of The Body Shop's star ingredients harvested from trees in the East African country of Rwanda. The Body Shop has partnered with local social enterprise Asili Natural Oils to develop a supply chain to meet its demand for moringa oil. This project falls under The Body Shop's Community Trade program, a 30-year-old supply chain model that aims to use the levers of international trade to support and benefit marginalized producers and their communities around the world. The Moringa tree's leaves, seeds, flowers, and fruits are all edible and are packed with antioxidants, omega-3 fatty acids, protein, calcium, and iron. The brand's Moringa seed oil is cold-pressed twice in order to preserve its precious nutrients and properties.

To showcase this marvelous oil The Body Shop developed this gorgeously scented Moringa Body Care collection.  The fragrance is an amazingly feminine, beautiful, and delicate white floral. It is a very simple fragrance that's reminiscent of jasmine and honeysuckle but not quite as heavy. It is perhaps closer to linden blossom and balanced with a slight green green note. Not overtly indolic nor sweet and stays clean, fresh, and close to the skin. Does not morph into a cloying monstrosity in hot and humid weather. A tropical scent without the coconut or suntan lotion cliché. This fragrance really stands out in its elegance amongst the candy-sweet fruit and vanilla laden scents you usually find at this price level. The line includes a shower gel, body scrub, hand cream, dry oil, body milk, body sorbet, body mist, soap, eau de toilette, and body butter. All products are fabulous for layering with other white florals but can still hold their own. I bought the entire line!

The Moringa Body Butter is my favorite item of the line. The Body Shop's body butters are legendary in quality - rich without being heavy or oily and absorbing quickly into the skin. The Moringa Body Butter has a slight powdery note and projects more than any of the other products in the line. I wish they made a Moringa perfume oil!

That concludes Bibi's faves at The Body Shop! 

Doing a bit of lazy but long-winded blogging on this weekend as we've had sooo many guests for Eid al-Fitr. 

What are your favorites at The Body Shop?

Any cruelty-free and ethically-sourced brands you'd recommend?

Jun 11, 2018

Where the Streets Have No Name.


I want to feel sunlight on my face, I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace, I wanna take shelter from the poison rain, where the streets have no name, oh-oh, ........oooo! Not sure what Bono was blathering on about in 1987 but I really do live on a street with no name!


And slowly but surely it has become a paved street with no name.


Bucket by bucket, and possibly violating every safety, health, and labor law in existence in western countries- we slowly but surely are no longer living on a country dirt road anymore.



A baby steamroller and a few teenagers were employed for the finishing touches. His Imperial Majesty the Baacha Khan took a stroll over the sticky tar and soon regretted it. I regretted it too after spending an hour cleaning the tar off his royal paws with baby oil for two hours.




Taaa Daaaa! Our street with no name is paved. Unfortunately, the paving stops about 100 feet beyond that bend you see in the distance. The people who live at the end of the road decided they didn't need full paving just an upgraded dirt road about halfway through the project. This was declared amidst a screaming, yelling, heated argument during a homeowners' association meeting. Which is why I don't ever go to homeowners' association meetings nor walk in that direction on our street. Take a look at that rudimentary bamboo fence on the left- big doins' in the formerly vacant lot!


The ongoing saga of the vacant lot: it's being cultivated! Yes, the neighborhood garbage dump, cow pasture, parking lot, vagrant hangout, and nightly den of vice is being farmed. The wall of the drain has been built up with a rickety bamboo fence to keep marauding livestock out. Corn, beans, and pumpkins are growing there now.


Which means we'll probably be seeing less of these guys coming down our street. These are not exactly 'holy cows' but rather swingin' single maverick males. Here they are looking for shade from the blistering noonday summer sun. Although beef is illegal here in Nepal male cows can be utilized to pull a plow. Mostly they are just left to wander the streets aimlessly. Sometimes these feckless males get a little too maverick and charge or gore people. They are sacred, you can't kill them so what usually happens to troublesome bulls is that they get gimped. Often this is done by cutting a tendon on one of their back legs or worse smashing/chopping off one of their back feet with a hammer or ax. I used to wonder why there were so many lame bulls about.  Mind you, I have been charged by some of these bovine miscreants for simply carrying a bag of apples. Having two tonnes of determined steer come running at you is a scary thing indeed. I'm still sorry to see the days of livestock roaming the streets slowly coming to an end in our town as cars take over.


Here's a lady selling a popular seasonal summertime snack. Ears of corn roasted on a fire served with a fiery hot chutney. She's got her super SPF going with that umbrella, long-sleeved shirt, and scarf pulled over her face. The corn being roasted is not the sweet, soft, tender type we Americans like to eat off the cob. Rather it is the starchy, bland, somewhat hard sort that we feed cattle and chickens. I grew American sweet corn here in my yard one year and it was a huge hit. Unfortunately, the worms loved it too.


Looks like the snack lady has some modern competition! This truck showed up on our street a few days ago. I had never seen a rig quite like this anywhere in South Asia. Curious, I asked the owner within where he got the idea and how long he had been in business. Sure enough, he'd worked at a restaurant in my native California and got the idea from the ubiquitous taco trucks we have there. Despite the photos of hamburgers and fried chicken his menu was a bit more traditional featuring momos, samosas, and such. He wasn't doing much business so I suggested he try a busier place with a parking lot like between the airport and hotel across the way.


Too-riss! Too-riss! A group of nurses from the Netherlands came to visit our neighborhood and the specialty clinic on our street. Any westerner coming to Nepal is an instant celebrity! Nepalis often ask me why westerners dress so weird when they visit here. I try to explain that they are on vacation and this is like their "play" clothes. "What is a vacation?" I am often further asked. "It's like a non-religious holiday when westerners take a break from work," I reply. "What for?" seems to always be the next question. Eventually, I've realized that in a country where there is no "weekend" nor regular workday and the only reason to travel is to make religious pilgrimages or visit family- it is really impossible to make the idea of a western style vacation relevant or understandable.

Here's a trend across Asia I don't understand. Buying a huge purebred dog is considered a status symbol for the ever-burgeoning middle class. Since pet ownership is new here in Nepal many of the animals wind up deserted on the street when they are no longer puppies and their care and feeding become too time-consuming and costly. I think it is mean (or at least stupid) to have a dog like this St Bernard in such a hot and humid climate. Although he looks well cared for I'm certain he's suffering miserably in the Subcontinental heat.


A magic bus belonging to a curiously named institution called the Dream School was parked in our neighborhood for a few days. Love, excellence, and wisdom are certainly worthy educational aspirations. I'm curious as to whether this is a Christian school because of the cross on the left. There aren't many Christian schools in Nepal. Their motto "Love + Excellence + Wisdom" is certainly better than my Christian school motto which was the rather anticipative, terse, and tenuous "God With Us."


And in the cool, cool, cool of the summer evenings, the ChaCha Convention convenes. ( a "chacha' is an old uncle.) They've relocated from the Tibetan refugee school's bus stop to the new sitting area at the crossroads of our neighborhood. In a few years that tiny peepal tree will shade those iron benches completely.


A studied game of chess is ongoing in the shade of the taxi stand next to the local cold store. A cold store basically has a refrigerator and or freezer so you can buy milk, yogurt, cold soda, and beer there. They also sell many other things ranging from eggs, matches, cigarettes, potato chips, candy, onions, potatoes, fresh bread, fresh Chinese noodles, ramen, hard liquor, soft liquor, drinking water, cooking oil, and chickens butchered upon demand.


The first gardening casualty of the season. I planted three simi (green beans) plants along this wall in April. They were growing beautifully and had entirely overed the triangular trellis and the spiky wrought iron decoration above the cinder block wall. I was picking a basketful of beans weekly. One evening at about midnight a swarm of 40-50 huge winged beetles came and devoured all the leaves of the upper part of the vines as you see in the photo on the left. I hurried out and sprayed my DIY peri peri hot sauce and garlic pest prevention gunk on the remaining leaves the next morning. The beetles must have thought my spray was seasoning as they came back the next night and ate ALL the leaves as you see in the photo on the left. What is weird is that the beetles did not touch any other plants in the garden!


I don't know about y'all but when the weather turns steamy and sultry I go to Rio! From classics like the Getz/Gilberto album and Piano de Bossa to Ultralounge's Cha-Cha de Amor and Bossa Novaville. Although I might not have a lovely view of Corcovado I do have quiet nights of quiet stars and an iMac with upgraded audio quality. The lyrical fusion of samba and jazz is what Bibi swings so cool and sways so gently to in the summertime. O que é felicidade meu amor!


This is the newest member of our family, Spotty. He is now nine months old and really full of himself. This is how he sleeps, on his back with his tongue sticking out. He is our first "indoor only" cat. But Spotty sees his older housemate Baacha Khan go outside and thinks he should go outside too. So one day last week he pushed the screen door open and took off. My husband and I chased him for two hours over walls and through the neighbors' yards. Baacha Khan tried to talk him into returning home. A stray cat smacked Spotty in the face (that is what the dot on the right side of his face is) and chased him even further away. Eventually, my husband and I gave up and hoped Spotty was smart enough to find his way home - we had our doubts. About 30  minutes later I received a call from the hospital down the street wanting to know if we had a black and white kitty. As I was putting my shoes on to walk over to the hospital I looked out into the yard and there was Spotty. He lazed in the shade for a bit then wandered in the front door behind Baacha Khan. I guess we underestimated our bratty baby.


And Ramadan is going on and on and on. It has been absolutely sweltering here ranging from 90F/32C to 95F/35C daily. The humidity is from 80-85% making it particularly muggy. Normal temperature for this time of year is around 85F/29C. Monsoon rains do not start until August. We only have air conditioning in the bedrooms and there have been brownouts daily due to the heat. Ugh! I have to cook for iftar starting at 4 pm. Other than that I avoid the kitchen because it is the hottest room in the house. One more week.....

Anything exciting going on your way?
What are your favorite albums to listen too when it gets miserably hot?
Calmly currying on,
Bibi

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