I would say that normally I handle living here pretty well, even when the third-worldliness of it comes out. This week not so much. Let me begin by explaining that it is the dry season here. By that I mean, DRY. The roads are dusty, the air is dusty and there is little water coming down the mountain that we use for our city water. It is a horrible time of year for those with allergies as well as anyone who wants to breathe without inhaling dust. Also because of the lack of water our electricity goes out frequently because we use a damn to generate electricity. And it is hot. So so hot. To put it mildly, this is my least favorite time of year. I reached a low point this week though. Our water is being rationed to prevent the city from totally running dry. By rationing, I mean they turn it off for several hours a day and when it is on then they turn the pressure down so you don’t get as much water. This is problem when you want to take a shower because our “water heater” needs pressure in order to turn on. No pressure, no hot water. In addition to this problem, our house isn’t even getting water when the rest of the city has it. We are going on 5 days now with only 2 half days of water. I have been showering at a friends house and we can buy drinking water so no worries there BUT I would REALLY like to wash my dishes correctly and flush my toilets on a regular biases. I am trying to be thankful that we can buy drinking water because I know some people can’t do that. I am trying to be thankful that I have great friends with working showers. And I am trying to be thankful that our landlord has sent over three men to try to fix our water. But to be honest, my heart isn’t feeling very thankful right now. I can deal with no electricity for 36 hours, I can deal with my house flooding like it did last month, and I can deal with the dusty season even though I hate it. I am not dealing well with no water. And as if that wasn’t enough complaining that I just did, I saw a mouse run into my house this week, which I also do not deal with well. I would rather live with a boa constrictor than have a mouse. I also saw it run back out when I screamed but I have no doubt it made it’s way right back in. So there you have it. My complaining and griping.
On a better note, we went to Lordin’s son’s first birthday party yesterday. This is the child that Shannon almost delivered in his truck. He is healthy, happy and beautiful. Lordin has returned to school this month (very unusual for here) and is a great mom. Thanks to those of you who prayed for her and donated money to help take care of her son when he was born.