Wednesday, May 25, 2005

It's ok, it's ALL ok.

So, I finally get my internet connection back up, and what do I find in my email account but 14(!) emails from PC headquaters asking “when do [I] expect to have my internet connection back up”?
Can you believe it?
*hears resounding ‘Yes’ from everyone who has ever worked with goodhearted, computer un-savy ex-hippies*

Bless you, Ruthie, for including the undies in the care package. I happen to know for a fact one pair is used, I remember you wore them that night we got caught in the sprinklers outside the hotel in Tulsa, but it’s so hard to find regular cotton underwear over here in my size. Not that I have a huge butt or anything, but the woman over here are all so freaking tiny and have no hips.

Things are great at the school (read, oversized office), I’ve got 18 students at the moment. And one of them invited me to her house for dinner last week. I was surprised, she’s the shyest one there, and she barely says a word during class. Actually she barely said a word during dinner either. The whole family was so quiet, every time I spoke, I felt like I’d just woken them all by shaking the four corners of the house.

At any rate, my interpreter assures me this internet connection is better than the last, but I'm realizing he would put a happy face on nuclear war. "It's ok, it's ALL ok" is his favorite saying.