3:00 AM I convince my sleeping husband that it is not time to turn off the alarm clock. Then I convince him that he shouldn't turn on the light either. Then I explain to him, again, that he's sleeping under mosquito netting. Then I say, "Andrew! What are you doing?" He says, "Sleeping." And then he does. But I don't.
6:15 AM I convince my sleeping husband that it is time to turn off the alarm clock.
6:25 AM I convince my sleeping husband that, once again, it is time to turn off the alarm clock. Somehow I manage to get him out of bed without hitting snooze again.
7:25 AM I wake up again to kiss Andrew goodbye and climb back in bed.
8:45 AM I wake up to the sounds of Rachel playing in her room. I go in to get her and we get back in my bed to nurse.
9:20 AM Rachel and I go out to get breakfast. I don't know why she thinks she needs breakfast after nursing, but she does.
10:00 AM We get dressed. I squish Rachel's finger in the drawer accidentally even though I checked to see if her hand was in the way before I closed it. She doesn't cry. I don't notice. I start walking away and she flips out and points to her hand like, "Duh, mom!"
10:30 AM I call Melissa to see if she's going to playgroup. I don't want to be the only one there. She's not going. I decide to go anyway.
11:00 AM We finally leave the house. I forgot the stroller at the CSA last night so I use the baby leash and make Rachel walk. She trips and falls multiple times because she never looks where she's going.
11:25 AM We finally make it to the CSA. I walk in carrying Rachel, who is all dusty and bloody from falling in the street, and put her on the couch of the library along with our swimbag. I take off my backpack. I pull out our library books and walk up to the librarian, who watched me come into the library. I hand the librarian the books and turn to leave. "What would you like to do with these?" she asks. "Return them," I say. We grab the stroller and head out.
11:35 AM We finally make it to the Maadi House. Lydia is there. I am happy because, even though I brought a book, it will be nice to talk to a grown up. Jacquie and Rachel throw sand at each other, but mostly just put it on their own heads.
11:45 AM Jacquie throws a fit about wanting to go swimming and starts to strip off her clothes.
11:46 AM We decide to go swimming.
12:00 PM We get changed, in the change rooms not at the playground, and get in the pool. Except Jacquie. She doesn't want to swim anymore. But Rachel does. She's a swimming machine. She spent most of her time at the wall, but also enjoyed climbing out of the pool and jumping back in over and over again. I'm not sure that counts as leaving the wall.
12:20 PM Lydia and I switch children. Jacquie stops whining and focuses on trying to decide whether or not I'm going to drown her. We play "The Wheels On the Bus" and "Motor Boat, Motor Boat." Rachel lies on her back with Lydia and kicks her legs.
12:45 PM Lydia and Jacquie leave. Rachel and I go to play on the steps. Rachel is being very independent and doesn't want me to hold her in the pool, although she will let Lydia. The steps are a good place to be since they allow Rachel's head to be above the water and thus prevent drowning.
1:00 PM I teach Rachel how to move around the pool holding onto the wall. She thinks this is the best ever.
1:30 PM We get too cold and decide to get out and have lunch. I tell Rachel she has to use the potty first. She does. So we stay for lunch.
1:45 PM My hot dog comes out. Apparently they (meaning the restaurant personnel) don't think a hot dog and fries are enough to split between two people so they bring out unlimited cucumbers for Rachel. Maybe they just think she's cute.
2:00 PM Rachel leaves me to play in the park. By herself. With other kids. Without me forcing her to.
2:10 PM She is sharing toys with other kids. And playing with them. And looking too grown up.
2:15 PM She starts coming over to me to show me a toy. I ignore her and continue to read my book hoping she'll realize that it's alright to just play with her new friends. She biffs it and lands on her face. She screams really loudly so I put down my book and pick her up. She keeps squeezing her nose and yelling. It's not that bad.
2:20 PM Rachel goes to play again. I start reading again.
2:29 PM I look up to check on Rachel's location and panic. Some kids have moved the baby play set underneath a whirly swing-thing. A girl is standing on top ready to jump off and spin around on the whirly swing-thing. Rachel is just about to come out the door of the play set, which just happens to lead to right underneath the whirly swing-thing. I yell.
2:30 PM Too late. Rachel gets nailed by the jumping girl and flies across the playground and lands facedown in the sand. She screams louder than before.
2:40 PM She stops crying and we head back over to the CSA to choose some new library books.
2:45 PM I have found a travel book about Spain. I gave up trying to find one about Morocco. The library is organized, but not well. Things are alphabetical by author's last name under the following categories: General Fiction, Romance, Oprah's Booklist, Middle East Books. The travel books are alphabetial by place name--so Spain is with the esses but Madrid is with the ems. The children's books are categorized mostly by size, shape, and brand of book. All the Golden books are together, etc. It's enough to drive me mad.
2:55 PM Rachel and I pick out three children's books, all of which have animals in the pictures. Of course. We take them to be checked out. The librarian, who was watching us select our books and hemming and hawing everytime Rachel squwaked says, "What would you like to do with these?" I answer simply, "We'd like to check them out." "Do you mean take them home?" she asks. I grit my teeth and nod. My patience is wearing thin. It's nap time.
2:56 PM I decide that I should ask the librarian about a Morocco travel book. There is no available catalogue for patrons so asking the librarian is my only hope. "Do you happen to also have a travel book about Morocco?" I ask, "I wasn't able to find on one the shelf."
2:57 PM I wait while the librarian glares at me in silence. "Then it must be checked out," she finally answers in a curt way that I know means she thinks it was a stupid question. Just because a book isn't on the shelf doesn't mean it's checked out. It could just mean they don't have it. The library is only three or four times the size of my mom's office at the HBLL. I think my mom probably has as many books in her office as the library here has in total. I didn't see any travel books about Guinea-Bissau, Belize, Gabon, Burkina Faso, Nauru, or Tuvalu on the shelves, either, but I will assume that those also were checked out.
3:00 PM I wrestle Rachel, the books, and my backpack out of the library and we sit outside on a bench to read because I don't feel like being in the library anymore. Libraries are supposed to be welcoming, happy places. The CSA library could use some more cheer. Like storytime. Maybe I'll volunteer to do storytime. But only if the staring librarian who thinks I ask dumb questions leaves for the duration. No. Scratch that. She must stay. And she must enjoy herself. I don't think she has enough fun.
3:15 PM Rachel and I get home. She goes potty, I give her a drink. And then I put her down for a nap. She goes down willingly.
3:20 PM Rachel is still awake, talking to her dolls.
3:25 PM Rachel is still awake, talking to her dolls.
3:30 PM Rachel is still awake, talking to her dolls.
3:45 PM I hear a little knock on Rachel's bedroom door, accompanied by a timid, "Mama?" I open up her door. She has taken off her diaper so is almost nude. She shrugs her shoulders the same way she does when she just can't go potty. It's the "I just don't need to go" look, but this time it means "I just don't need to sleep."
4:07 PM Rachel plays nicely while I work. I occasionally get interrupted so that she can go potty, etc. But for the most part she's perfect.
5:23 PM I stop working and start thinking about dinner. Rachel and I share some yogurt and play and read stories instead.
6:03 PM Abra calls. Skype is having a hard time so it takes us several tries to get a good connection. Abra and I talk while Rachel and Malachi colour. They show each other their pictures. Rachel has a snack. Kai wants a snack, too. He suggests ice cream. Abra says he needs to come up with a better snack than that. So he suggests an ice cream sundae. I think that is hilarious. He should come to the library to help cheer up the librarian. Kai ends up with a pickle. He is happy.
6:29 PM Abra and I decide we need to tend to our wifely/motherly duties of housework and hang up. I boil some water in our nifty water boiler only to realize that we have no clean pots because I didn't do the dishes last night.
6:30 PM I give up making dinner and play with Rachel again.
6:45 PM I decide that I really ought to make dinner because Andrew will be home in a half hour. Before I can do that I have to do the dishes, so I start scrubbing a pot. There is rice stuck to the bottom and I can't get it off even though it was soaking all night long.
7:02 PM Andrew comes home and finds me scrubbing a pot and Rachel sitting on one doing her business. She's been so great about taking herself recently. It rocks.
7:30 PM We finally have dinner. Spaghetti. I couldn't think of anything more exciting. But Sara gave me yummy, real tomato sauce on Sunday so tonight's spaghetti actually tastes good. And Andrew made garlic bread. Well, kind of. He started the garlic bread and I finished it. I started the spaghetti and he finished it. So we ended up making dinner together.
8:00 PM We finish dinner. Rachel goes potty again. And then again. She's always surprising me with how much she can hold inside! We read Slowly, Slowly, Slowly said the Sloth and then get Rachel ready for bed, even though she didn't want to.
8:46 PM Because Rachel didn't want to get ready for bed it took quite a while to get her that way. We have scriptures and prayer and put her to bed. She doesn't cry.
9:13 PM I am happy because Rachel is in bed. Andrew and I talk for a bit and then I let him do homework and I start writing this.
9:15 PM Andrew IMs me to inform me that he hasn't started homework and instead wants to write a shopping list by saying "If you are a racist, I will attack you with the North. We need to make a shopping list." I have no idea what he is talking about so I say, "If you are a pie, I will eat you with anyone who wants a smaller piece. Yes, my guest, we do."*
9:17 PM We commence writing our shopping list.
9:23 PM We finish writing our shopping list and I go back to the computer. Andrew IMs me again, "asdfiul;kafdgsdf." And I write back, "That didn't make sense. And neither do you!"** Then I continued writing.
10:04 PM My cousin Mary IMs me and we chat for a bit.
10:23 PM I finish writing this blog post. It took a long time and I didn't even put in everything that we did today. I don't think I'll do it again. I'm tired. I hope that I can sleep tonight. I hope that Rachel naps tomorrow and that today's non-nap was just a fluke.
* He was quoting The Office. I didn't catch on so I made up the line about the pie and quoted one of the tour guides we had in Istanbul.
**reference to a poem by Ibn al-Rumi.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Courtesy of the Muslim Brotherhood
I accidentally locked Andrew out of the house last night. I left the key in the door on the inside, which meant that unlocking the door from the outside was next to impossible. So instead of just opening the door, Andrew rang the doorbell. When I opened it for him, he presented me with a cute bouquet, wrapped up nicely in cellophane and tied with a ribbon.
"For you," he declared, sweeping a chivalrous bow, "Courtesy of the Muslim Brotherhood."
It took me a minute to register what he was saying. Andrew so rarely brings me flowers--he knows that I prefer live plants to cut ones--so it was a bit of a shock. Why had he brought me flowers? Had he joined the Muslim Brotherhood? Had he purchased the flowers from a member of the Muslim Brotherhood? What exactly was the Muslim Brotherhood? It used to be illegal in Jordan, was it illegal in Egypt? Why had he even been in contact with the Muslim Brotherhood? And what did they have to do with flowers? Did I forget some important anniversary of ours?
I had so many questions floating around in my head that eloquence failed me.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
And then I corrected myself, "I mean, 'Thanks for the flowers....What?'"
That morning Andrew's Arabic class had a guest speaker, a parliamentary member of the Muslim Brotherhood. Andrew said it was very interesting to hear from him and he brought everyone in the class a small bouquet.
So that's how I came to have a bouquet of roses from the Muslim Brotherhood sitting on my dining room table, just in case you wanted to know.
Monday, November 24, 2008
I love this girl.
Rachel's been rather headstrong her whole life. I started fighting with her when she was still in the womb. She'd kick me and I'd poke her back and then she'd kick a bit harder and then I'd poke and prod until whatever limb it was sticking out would go back into place. My own impertinence was always a mistake because whenever I started to think that I'd won the battle, Rachel would, I swear, lock her knee caps or something and there'd be no way for me to push her back to where I wanted her. So I'd just have to hold my breath (sometimes literally) until she decided to let me be comfortable again.
She's still just as headstrong and we still get in fights about it at least once a day. I've given up on making her wear normal clothes unless we are going out because it just isn't worth the headache. Sundays are always traumatic. If we're late for church and Rachel looks like she's been crying it's because she had to try on every dress in her closet before we could go.
Here she is in some of her self-proposed outfits: a 3T t-shirt with my Sunday shoes, and a bathing suit with froggy slippers.
She's cute in anything she wears and I'd rather have her be happy wearing what she wants to wear than miserable and wearing what I want her to wear. This will probably change when she starts school. I wouldn't want her to get teased for going to school with no pants on or anything like that.
And here she is goofing around in the bathroom. I think she likes the bathroom/kitchen area of the house simply because I don't. She's always running off to do something she's not supposed to, but she sure is cute while she does it.
Today I saw her run off with I Like It When and then I heard her potty scraping along the bathroom floor. I ran to see what she was doing. I think she had been planing on taking herself potty (for the third time today) but the light was off and it was too dark so she decided to relocate to the hallway.
She had picked up the potty by the horn in the front and was sloshing pee all over the floor! I am certainly planning on leaving the bathroom light on, so that she can take herself without having to move her potty, and will be checking her potty more often, so that I can empty her potty of the pees she's done without my knowledge.
That picture of her holding the shaving cream can up to her ear? That's her phone. One of my favorite things about Rachel is that you can say, "It's for you!" and she'll put whatever it is she's holding up to her ear to "talk on the phone." I think it's adorable.
She also loves to swing on the bathroom sink. Or the oven door. Or the kitchen table. Or the back of the chairs. She uses anything she can as monkey bars. She's always climbing, climbing, climbing. It's driving me nuts! She climbed on the table after dinner and grabbed a knife that I hadn't cleared yet. Eek! And I thought we were finished baby proofing. Perhaps baby proofing is just a constant battle.
Last night we proofed our baby against mosquitoes. The poor dear woke up yesterday morning with several mosquito bites on her arms, face, back, and legs. The mosquitoes here are awful--they hunt around and attack you all at once. You're fine one moment and than *bam* you have like 4 mosquito bites on one arm!
Rachel's bites swell up a lot, like Andrew's do, and she's always scratching at them. We decided that it was better to prepare and prevent so we finally rigged up a mosquito net for her. It took us quite a while to do it since nothing we tried worked. We even borrowed the Lewis' drill (and cement bit) but we couldn't get into our walls or our ceiling with that. We ended up putting screw in Rachel's headboard and attaching the other end of the net to a broom pole that we duct-taped to the side of her bed, and a thing that was sticking out of the wall.
It worked alright. She thought it was pretty cool to be sleeping in a fort and stayed in it the whole night long. She woke up without a bite.
Today we fixed it up a bit so it's a little more sturdy and a little less sloppy than it was before.
Soon we'll forget all about the mosquitoes here, just like how Andrew forgot about the mosquitoes in Jordan. Before we moved I was lamenting about those pesky mosquitoes.
"There weren't any mosquitoes in Jordan..." Andrew started, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Yes, there were," I asserted.
"No...there weren't," he countered.
"So you don't remember sleeping with our heads under the sheets to ward them off, or how you and Ezra would wake up looking like you had the chicken pox?"
"Oh, yeah..."
We bought a mosquito net to take with us. It was like $20 or something like that, which is kind of expensive for a bunch of holes. So when Patrick was in Ghana he picked us up a second one for like $4 or something like that, which was a much better price to pay for a bunch of holes. And we are so glad we brought them with us!
Now we're all safe from mosquitoes and Rachel loves sleeping in her little tent. I should have put it up sooner...she's been going to bed so nicely!
She's still just as headstrong and we still get in fights about it at least once a day. I've given up on making her wear normal clothes unless we are going out because it just isn't worth the headache. Sundays are always traumatic. If we're late for church and Rachel looks like she's been crying it's because she had to try on every dress in her closet before we could go.
Here she is in some of her self-proposed outfits: a 3T t-shirt with my Sunday shoes, and a bathing suit with froggy slippers.
She's cute in anything she wears and I'd rather have her be happy wearing what she wants to wear than miserable and wearing what I want her to wear. This will probably change when she starts school. I wouldn't want her to get teased for going to school with no pants on or anything like that.
And here she is goofing around in the bathroom. I think she likes the bathroom/kitchen area of the house simply because I don't. She's always running off to do something she's not supposed to, but she sure is cute while she does it.
Today I saw her run off with I Like It When and then I heard her potty scraping along the bathroom floor. I ran to see what she was doing. I think she had been planing on taking herself potty (for the third time today) but the light was off and it was too dark so she decided to relocate to the hallway.
She had picked up the potty by the horn in the front and was sloshing pee all over the floor! I am certainly planning on leaving the bathroom light on, so that she can take herself without having to move her potty, and will be checking her potty more often, so that I can empty her potty of the pees she's done without my knowledge.
That picture of her holding the shaving cream can up to her ear? That's her phone. One of my favorite things about Rachel is that you can say, "It's for you!" and she'll put whatever it is she's holding up to her ear to "talk on the phone." I think it's adorable.
She also loves to swing on the bathroom sink. Or the oven door. Or the kitchen table. Or the back of the chairs. She uses anything she can as monkey bars. She's always climbing, climbing, climbing. It's driving me nuts! She climbed on the table after dinner and grabbed a knife that I hadn't cleared yet. Eek! And I thought we were finished baby proofing. Perhaps baby proofing is just a constant battle.
Last night we proofed our baby against mosquitoes. The poor dear woke up yesterday morning with several mosquito bites on her arms, face, back, and legs. The mosquitoes here are awful--they hunt around and attack you all at once. You're fine one moment and than *bam* you have like 4 mosquito bites on one arm!
Rachel's bites swell up a lot, like Andrew's do, and she's always scratching at them. We decided that it was better to prepare and prevent so we finally rigged up a mosquito net for her. It took us quite a while to do it since nothing we tried worked. We even borrowed the Lewis' drill (and cement bit) but we couldn't get into our walls or our ceiling with that. We ended up putting screw in Rachel's headboard and attaching the other end of the net to a broom pole that we duct-taped to the side of her bed, and a thing that was sticking out of the wall.
It worked alright. She thought it was pretty cool to be sleeping in a fort and stayed in it the whole night long. She woke up without a bite.
Today we fixed it up a bit so it's a little more sturdy and a little less sloppy than it was before.
Soon we'll forget all about the mosquitoes here, just like how Andrew forgot about the mosquitoes in Jordan. Before we moved I was lamenting about those pesky mosquitoes.
"There weren't any mosquitoes in Jordan..." Andrew started, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Yes, there were," I asserted.
"No...there weren't," he countered.
"So you don't remember sleeping with our heads under the sheets to ward them off, or how you and Ezra would wake up looking like you had the chicken pox?"
"Oh, yeah..."
We bought a mosquito net to take with us. It was like $20 or something like that, which is kind of expensive for a bunch of holes. So when Patrick was in Ghana he picked us up a second one for like $4 or something like that, which was a much better price to pay for a bunch of holes. And we are so glad we brought them with us!
Now we're all safe from mosquitoes and Rachel loves sleeping in her little tent. I should have put it up sooner...she's been going to bed so nicely!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Will work for food
We are middle class citizens. When we lived in the States we made so much money that we didn't qualify for welfare*...by $2 a month. Now that we're living out here we'd definitely qualify for welfare since our net income is between zero and a hundred dollars per month. We work for food.
I'm not even kidding. We. Work. For. Food.
Andrew tutors people's children in exchange for milk, sour cream, cheese and tortillas. And a nominal amount of money, 100% of which is applied to rent.
But that's what's fun about being a young, married couple. We'll have stuff eventually. Maybe.
Sadly, we are so well off compared to so many people here. We have Andrew's fellowship and our savings (as a rapidly deflating cushion). Andrew's fellowship money alone is many times more than what 95% of the population in Egypt sees in a month.
The rich-poor gap here is rather wide. There are the filthy rich and there are the desperately poor; not a lot of inbetweeners exist at all.
95% of the population earns 15 LE or less per day. That's like $3! A value meal at McDonald's costs 15 LE. 95% of the population doesn't have the means to eat at McDonald's.**
Truthfully, we really wouldn't care if we never ate at McDonald's but we do enjoy going out to eat every once in a while. That's a luxury most Egyptians don't have. In fact, it's a luxury that less than 5% of the population can afford.
Andrew and I were talking about this last night.
I think that a strong middle class is very important key to having a healthy society. The middle class is what drives a country to progress. The upper class have basically everything money can buy and are therefore in need of nothing. Ideally they'd be showing altruistic tendencies, but from what I see of the wealthy here, they don't. Instead they are prone to snobbery.
The wealth here is "old money," so being rich is akin to being royal. Farida Mokhtar finds it "ironic that the elite people of AUC are standing in a food queue." She doesn't seem to care if other people stand in line but feels that she, a member of the 5% upper class, shouldn't have to.
On the other hand, a big chunk of the population is worried only about basic needs: food, clothing, shelter. They aren't getting enough to eat, they don't have enough to wear, and they live in unfinished houses. I don't think they are concerned about changing the government or saving the environment; they only want to have enough rice at the end of the day to feed their children.
And that is the dichotomy we see here. Maadi gives way from villas and grand guarded apartments to rural, farmland just that quick. There are cars driving along side donkey-drawn carts.
The middle class is almost completely non-existent, which is rather unfortunate for everyone since I think that most new ideas originate in the middle class--those aspiring to better themselves. Do you think little Miss "I Shouldn't Have To Wait In Line" is going to come up with a more fair economic policy or the solution to world hunger? Do you think the starving farmers have the time to worry about such things?
It's unfortunate for us, too, because we can't find anything middle-classy. When we went out to Nile Mall the other day everything was terribly expensive. The stores here either have posh brand-name apparel or cheap junk. It's almost impossible to find anything of decent quality for a decent price.
Instead of wasting their time and money on projects that only provide more benifits and variety to the wealthy, international aid groups need to see what they can do to decrease the rich-poor gap. AUC got a ton of money from USAID, which is just ridiculous. That only helped a handful of the needy who were lucky enough to get jobs as janitors and parking lot monitors. Mostly, though, it just helped the "elite" more. Most foreign aid projects seem to only help the elite more.
The task of solving the poverty issue here is too great for me. It breaks my heart to see houses sided with cardboard boxes.*** At the same time, though, I find it quite telling. One particular house that I am thinking of is no bigger than the smallest of our bedrooms. A whole family, with multiple generations, lives there. I've never seen any of them out begging. They all just work hard.
I appreciate that. They take what they're blessed with and make the most of it. I like to think that they would appreciate any extra help they get.
Unlike the beggar woman who berated me for offering her bread instead of money. Or the tissue vendors who con people into buying a packet of tissue for upwards of 1LE! Just think--they sell 10 packets of tissue a day and they are as well off as a school teacher!
Knowing how little so many people has makes me appreciate what I have so much more. It also makes me more willing to share with others. By American standards we don't have a lot but we still have plenty. Until we finish with grad school though, I have a feeling we'll continue to work for food.
*We once looked into doing WIC after I quit work to have Rachel but...it didn't work out since I was still working and we just never bothered to apply again after our income was cut in half.
**Mitchell, Timothy. Rule of Experts: Egypt, Techno-Politics, Modernity. (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2002): 285-286.
***Picture forthcoming if I get brave enough to snap one.
I'm not even kidding. We. Work. For. Food.
Andrew tutors people's children in exchange for milk, sour cream, cheese and tortillas. And a nominal amount of money, 100% of which is applied to rent.
But that's what's fun about being a young, married couple. We'll have stuff eventually. Maybe.
Sadly, we are so well off compared to so many people here. We have Andrew's fellowship and our savings (as a rapidly deflating cushion). Andrew's fellowship money alone is many times more than what 95% of the population in Egypt sees in a month.
The rich-poor gap here is rather wide. There are the filthy rich and there are the desperately poor; not a lot of inbetweeners exist at all.
95% of the population earns 15 LE or less per day. That's like $3! A value meal at McDonald's costs 15 LE. 95% of the population doesn't have the means to eat at McDonald's.**
Truthfully, we really wouldn't care if we never ate at McDonald's but we do enjoy going out to eat every once in a while. That's a luxury most Egyptians don't have. In fact, it's a luxury that less than 5% of the population can afford.
Andrew and I were talking about this last night.
I think that a strong middle class is very important key to having a healthy society. The middle class is what drives a country to progress. The upper class have basically everything money can buy and are therefore in need of nothing. Ideally they'd be showing altruistic tendencies, but from what I see of the wealthy here, they don't. Instead they are prone to snobbery.
The wealth here is "old money," so being rich is akin to being royal. Farida Mokhtar finds it "ironic that the elite people of AUC are standing in a food queue." She doesn't seem to care if other people stand in line but feels that she, a member of the 5% upper class, shouldn't have to.
On the other hand, a big chunk of the population is worried only about basic needs: food, clothing, shelter. They aren't getting enough to eat, they don't have enough to wear, and they live in unfinished houses. I don't think they are concerned about changing the government or saving the environment; they only want to have enough rice at the end of the day to feed their children.
And that is the dichotomy we see here. Maadi gives way from villas and grand guarded apartments to rural, farmland just that quick. There are cars driving along side donkey-drawn carts.
The middle class is almost completely non-existent, which is rather unfortunate for everyone since I think that most new ideas originate in the middle class--those aspiring to better themselves. Do you think little Miss "I Shouldn't Have To Wait In Line" is going to come up with a more fair economic policy or the solution to world hunger? Do you think the starving farmers have the time to worry about such things?
It's unfortunate for us, too, because we can't find anything middle-classy. When we went out to Nile Mall the other day everything was terribly expensive. The stores here either have posh brand-name apparel or cheap junk. It's almost impossible to find anything of decent quality for a decent price.
Instead of wasting their time and money on projects that only provide more benifits and variety to the wealthy, international aid groups need to see what they can do to decrease the rich-poor gap. AUC got a ton of money from USAID, which is just ridiculous. That only helped a handful of the needy who were lucky enough to get jobs as janitors and parking lot monitors. Mostly, though, it just helped the "elite" more. Most foreign aid projects seem to only help the elite more.
The task of solving the poverty issue here is too great for me. It breaks my heart to see houses sided with cardboard boxes.*** At the same time, though, I find it quite telling. One particular house that I am thinking of is no bigger than the smallest of our bedrooms. A whole family, with multiple generations, lives there. I've never seen any of them out begging. They all just work hard.
I appreciate that. They take what they're blessed with and make the most of it. I like to think that they would appreciate any extra help they get.
Unlike the beggar woman who berated me for offering her bread instead of money. Or the tissue vendors who con people into buying a packet of tissue for upwards of 1LE! Just think--they sell 10 packets of tissue a day and they are as well off as a school teacher!
Knowing how little so many people has makes me appreciate what I have so much more. It also makes me more willing to share with others. By American standards we don't have a lot but we still have plenty. Until we finish with grad school though, I have a feeling we'll continue to work for food.
*We once looked into doing WIC after I quit work to have Rachel but...it didn't work out since I was still working and we just never bothered to apply again after our income was cut in half.
**Mitchell, Timothy. Rule of Experts: Egypt, Techno-Politics, Modernity. (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2002): 285-286.
***Picture forthcoming if I get brave enough to snap one.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
More Bad English
I don't know when I started reading cereal boxes, but I love to do it. Cereal boxes, chip bags, juice cans, shampoo bottles. You name it and I love to read it. I love to read the ingredient list. I love to read every little word on the package. Memorize it. Savor it.
I'm really not sure why I love reading packages so much. Maybe it was because I lived in Canada and everything was bilingual and so exciting to read. Maybe it was because I started reading packages when I first was learning to read and actually understanding something was exciting. Maybe it was just because David did it, too. And my mom, actually. And probably everyone else in my family. Maybe we're all just quirky.
Whatever the reason I still read packages and there is a lot of humorous stuff out there. Take our bag of flour, for example.
Extra Flour For All Used? I'm pretty sure they mean "All Purpose Flour" and I only find it slightly worrisome that they used "extra" and "used" to describe my flour. I'm hoping it didn't come from the floor of a bakery--which would definitely be both "extra" and "used."
Then there's the instruction manual for the Supper Cut clippers we bought. One of the "important safeguards" they list is that "close supervision is necessary when this appliance is used by, on, or near shildern of invalids." I'm not sure when the last time is I saw "invalid" in print in reference to a human being. I'm pretty sure it's not very politically correct. But I'll be sure to keep my clippers away from their shildern.
When the clippers give out, I'm going to sell them to these guys because they buy "every things!"
And to top off this post, here's an advertisement in Nile Mall. We went there on Thursday to look for a sweater for Andrew. This mall was much too posh for us, unfortunately, so we'll have to do some more snooping around town. But I couldn't resist this lovely Disney advertisement:
I'll transcribe in case you can't make out what they're saying.
Louie: We are going to Egypt...! Now Dixy Fried Chicken in Egypt
Donald: Wait , i want to see the pyramids
Mickey: DIXY he most popular franchise in london now in egypt enjoy the taste totaly different
I love reading things like this. It makes me feel happy as a language learner. I don't have to speak perfect Russian, Arabic, Chinese (or English for that matter) to become the graphic designer of an international restaurant chain; I can succeed in life being mediocre. But that is okay!
I'm really not sure why I love reading packages so much. Maybe it was because I lived in Canada and everything was bilingual and so exciting to read. Maybe it was because I started reading packages when I first was learning to read and actually understanding something was exciting. Maybe it was just because David did it, too. And my mom, actually. And probably everyone else in my family. Maybe we're all just quirky.
Whatever the reason I still read packages and there is a lot of humorous stuff out there. Take our bag of flour, for example.
Extra Flour For All Used? I'm pretty sure they mean "All Purpose Flour" and I only find it slightly worrisome that they used "extra" and "used" to describe my flour. I'm hoping it didn't come from the floor of a bakery--which would definitely be both "extra" and "used."
Then there's the instruction manual for the Supper Cut clippers we bought. One of the "important safeguards" they list is that "close supervision is necessary when this appliance is used by, on, or near shildern of invalids." I'm not sure when the last time is I saw "invalid" in print in reference to a human being. I'm pretty sure it's not very politically correct. But I'll be sure to keep my clippers away from their shildern.
When the clippers give out, I'm going to sell them to these guys because they buy "every things!"
And to top off this post, here's an advertisement in Nile Mall. We went there on Thursday to look for a sweater for Andrew. This mall was much too posh for us, unfortunately, so we'll have to do some more snooping around town. But I couldn't resist this lovely Disney advertisement:
I'll transcribe in case you can't make out what they're saying.
Louie: We are going to Egypt...! Now Dixy Fried Chicken in Egypt
Donald: Wait , i want to see the pyramids
Mickey: DIXY he most popular franchise in london now in egypt enjoy the taste totaly different
I love reading things like this. It makes me feel happy as a language learner. I don't have to speak perfect Russian, Arabic, Chinese (or English for that matter) to become the graphic designer of an international restaurant chain; I can succeed in life being mediocre. But that is okay!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sidewalks are for strolling
Bur Said probably has the best sidewalk in all of Cairo. There aren't any trees or lamp posts randomly sticking up in the middle of the sidewalk and it's never covered in trash heaps. Cars don't park on it, and it even has accessibility ramps, kind of. It's definitely a great sidewalk.
That said, I hate Bur Said. I find it a difficult road to cross and it's always busy no matter what time of day you go. Karen got hit on that road her first day in Cairo. Oops! It usually takes me a long time to cross it because I hate it so bad!
There are no traffic lights or stop signs; instead they use speed bumps, traffic circles, and train tracks to slow the traffic down.
When we take Rachel out on this road, Andrew likes to push her as hard as he can so that she flies over the ramps. We get a lot of looks, but she loves it!
That said, I hate Bur Said. I find it a difficult road to cross and it's always busy no matter what time of day you go. Karen got hit on that road her first day in Cairo. Oops! It usually takes me a long time to cross it because I hate it so bad!
There are no traffic lights or stop signs; instead they use speed bumps, traffic circles, and train tracks to slow the traffic down.
When we take Rachel out on this road, Andrew likes to push her as hard as he can so that she flies over the ramps. We get a lot of looks, but she loves it!
Flashback Friday: Sip before you gulp
We think we're so funny! When the Schillings came over for dinner on Monday we made invisible kool-aid, put it in a clear pitcher, and didn't say anything. Since we're cheap and usually only drink water we thought that we'd be able to trick them since the kool-aid really is as clear as water.
Unfortunately Carolee sniffed her drink and realized something was up before she even tasted it.
I was really hoping for an "Ew! What was that?" shock reaction, but no. We hardly got any reaction at all.
But it kind of reminded me of a story about my grandpa. I'm not sure this is technically a flashback since I wasn't there, but I do have memories of being told this story, although it has probably been years since I heard it, so if I get any details wrong feel free to correct me.
My mom grew up on a farm and although their house had indoor plumbing they had to bring the water onto the farm in a water truck and store it in a tank. When the tank was nearing empty my mom would sometimes go inside and help my Grandpa clean it out so that it would be pristine for the next delivery of water.
They were conservative with their water usage, at least when they were getting to the bottom of the tank. I've had a water tank before and it's no fun when they dry up and you have to wait until you can get it filled. It's rather annoying, especially when you try so hard to use as little water as possible and still wind up with nothing at all.
One water-rationing day, my Grandpa came home rather late after working in the fields. So late, in fact that everyone had gone to bed, but my Grandma had left on a light in the kitchen for him and there was a tall, gleaming glass full of lemonade sitting on the counter.
I'm assuming that, since he was out working in the fields until so late at night, it was summer and my Grandpa was thirsty.
He picked up the glass and chugged it down...
Only to realize that it was actually that day's dishwater waiting to be reused the next day.
How unfortunate. How very unfortunate. I can't even imagine the look on his face when he realized that the floaties he saw in the glass weren't lemonade pulp afterall. I suppose that's why it's wise to sip before you gulp.
Unfortunately Carolee sniffed her drink and realized something was up before she even tasted it.
I was really hoping for an "Ew! What was that?" shock reaction, but no. We hardly got any reaction at all.
But it kind of reminded me of a story about my grandpa. I'm not sure this is technically a flashback since I wasn't there, but I do have memories of being told this story, although it has probably been years since I heard it, so if I get any details wrong feel free to correct me.
My mom grew up on a farm and although their house had indoor plumbing they had to bring the water onto the farm in a water truck and store it in a tank. When the tank was nearing empty my mom would sometimes go inside and help my Grandpa clean it out so that it would be pristine for the next delivery of water.
They were conservative with their water usage, at least when they were getting to the bottom of the tank. I've had a water tank before and it's no fun when they dry up and you have to wait until you can get it filled. It's rather annoying, especially when you try so hard to use as little water as possible and still wind up with nothing at all.
One water-rationing day, my Grandpa came home rather late after working in the fields. So late, in fact that everyone had gone to bed, but my Grandma had left on a light in the kitchen for him and there was a tall, gleaming glass full of lemonade sitting on the counter.
I'm assuming that, since he was out working in the fields until so late at night, it was summer and my Grandpa was thirsty.
He picked up the glass and chugged it down...
Only to realize that it was actually that day's dishwater waiting to be reused the next day.
How unfortunate. How very unfortunate. I can't even imagine the look on his face when he realized that the floaties he saw in the glass weren't lemonade pulp afterall. I suppose that's why it's wise to sip before you gulp.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
16 months: Splish, Splash, Soaked!
Today is Rachel's 16 month birthday. I have no stats for her since we don't have a pediatrician here. Maybe I'll get around to finding one for her in the next two months so she can finish her HepA series. We'll see. Maybe I'll try to stick her on the scale at church tomorrow so we can see how much she weighs. Maybe I'll even measure her.
I think she's old enough now, though, that I'm not really concerned what percentile she's in or whether she's growing steadily. I'm pretty sure she's healthy. She's had one cold since we've been out here and other than that she seems to be the picture of health: energetic and happy.
Most of those blasted teeth she's been working on have come through. She's cutting the last 2 (of 7) as we speak and was such a grump today! But soon it will be all over, at least for a little while.
She is talking more. I would say that she's talking more and more everyday, but that's just not true. Some days she talks a lot and other days she hardly says anything at all. Some times she talks in full sentences. This morning she put a book on my lap and said,
"Ma! Me! Me! Read!" which meant, "Mom, read to me!"
Me was said twice because that's the most important part of the sentence, obviously.
She's also combining her signs into sentences and will stick please onto the end of almost anything. Potty, please. More, please. Etc, please.
She's starting to repeat parts of the prayers when we say them. Most often all she'll say is something that sounds like "Thank you" (or "thankful") and "Dada" (when we pray for Daddy to have a good day at school).
She's very obedient and loves to help out around the house. Her favorite chore to help with is laundry. She likes to load and unload the washing machine and hand me the clothes while I put them on the line to dry. She also likes to throw away garbage. Sometimes it's interesting to see what things she thinks are garbage. One day she saw me throw away an empty can while I was cooking dinner and the next thing I knew she had grabbed a can out of the cupboard and put it in the trash. We had to dig it out--it fell right to the bottom because it was so heavy.
And then I had to re-explain the rule of "We don't take things out of the trash" since she saw me pawing through it to rescue the can she had tossed.
She definitely learns by example.
She loves to color still and twirl and jump and climb and throw balls. She loves animals, except not real ones. She only likes pictures of animals. Andrew was reading her a story* the other day and got to the line of a poem that said, "The grison stands erect...What's a grison? Like any kid knows what a grison is!"
Rachel nodded her head and pointed right to the grison.
She won't approach cats or dogs or birds, though, and totally freaks out if they take even one step towards her. Her dog-radar works better than mine even, and she'll be walking along just fine and all of a sudden stop and point. I'll have to look all around until I see a dog like 5 blocks down the street. It's a little ridiculous...and it's not entirely my fault. The animals here are scary.
She learns by experience, also.
Another one of Rachel's favorite things to do is swim. Or bathe. Or shower.
She asks for a bath every time she goes potty. I think that might be part of the reason she insists on taking off at least half her cloths just to sit on the potty--so that she's a step closer to getting in the tub.
Andrew was jealous when I told him what a brave swimmer Rachel is getting to be, so tonight we put her in the tub to rinse her off after dinner and so that she's be ready for church in the morning (because Thursday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Friday). She had a blast!
I had her lie down to get her hair wet and she was a little nervous at first because she still doesn't like to be flat on her back with water in her ears, but I told her that that's how I would wash my hair when I was little.
I told her that I would shake my head back and forth and my hair would swirl in the water and my mom would rinse my hair out and it felt really nice. I would always imagine I was a mermaid with my hair floating all around me.
So she tried it. And loved it! She stayed on her back for a long time, just kicking her legs and making mermaid hair. It was a lot easier than having her stand up--we didn't get any soap in her eyes.
Daddy stayed and splashed around with Rachel while I finished baking cookies for the linger longer tomorrow. They soaked the whole bathroom but they had a great time! Here's some more pictures of our big 16 month old girl!
Rolling over
I don't know who got the floor all wet. It wasn't me!
Splash, splash, splash!
Splashing with Daddy
I like bath time!
Such a joy!*The book was Gorilla/Chinchilla and Other Animal Rhymes by Bert Kitchen. Obviously it's a book about animal rhymes. It has very cute illustrations, with two animals that rhyme on each page. The poems leave something to be desired. Grison, in case you were wondering, was rhymed with bison.
As another funny side note about this story, there is a picture of a goose and moose on the title page (not the cover, though). I found it funny that there was no poem about it since goose and moose seem like they'd be easy to rhyme. At any rate, we can never read the story without at least talking about the moose and the goose. Rachel, though, always gets goose mixed up with ghost and points to the ghost she made for Halloween (that is still hanging up in her playroom).
As another funny side note about this story, there is a picture of a goose and moose on the title page (not the cover, though). I found it funny that there was no poem about it since goose and moose seem like they'd be easy to rhyme. At any rate, we can never read the story without at least talking about the moose and the goose. Rachel, though, always gets goose mixed up with ghost and points to the ghost she made for Halloween (that is still hanging up in her playroom).
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Swimming in November? Yes, please!
Playgroup is still going strong--we're out at the Maadi House nearly every Wednesday playing at the playground, swimming, and occasionally eating lunch at the fabulous American style diner that serves real bacon.
Rachel peed her pants today within the first five minutes at the playground. She often pees her pants when she gets too involved with playing. The rubber pants contained everything nicely and so I just switched her undies for some dry ones, put her pants on, and sent her back to play.
When it was time to go swimming she ran right to the pool and started trying to climb over the fence. She just loves swimming and was so excited to have friends with her this time! (The last few playgroups have been rather dull...and unoccupied). She was so brave and kept showing off for Finn and Abby. She was kicking her legs, splashing her arms, blowing bubbles, throwing her ball. She was a swimming machine--she even let go of me to flounder her way to the wall and back again a few times! She loves bobbing at the wall; she won't go all the way under, but she'll put her mouth and nose in and blow bubbles.
Finn and Rachel were so good at sharing the ball I brought for Rachel, although next time I think I'll have to bring two balls because sharing is so, so hard at this age! They were very nice about giving each other turns but pouted and whined until it was their turn with the ball again. When either Melissa or I would ask one of them to give the ball to the other, they'd both raise the ball up above their head as if to throw it, but would never let go. The sharing was a little forced, so two balls would be nice. Then they can practice "trading" toys instead of actually sharing.
Even though it was like 27°C (about 80°F) outside, which is plenty warm, and the pool is heated, there was a breeze blowing and we were getting pretty cold! We got out to cuddle in our towels that we left sitting out in the sun. This is one of Rachel's favorite parts of swimming!
She likes to snuggle up with her towel wrapped around her and then climb up into my lap and share my towel, too. I usually get her dressed out in the sunshine where it's nice and warm--she doesn't like staying still in the locker room, anyway.
When I had finished getting her dressed, Melissa asked if we'd watch Finn while she changed. I picked Finn up because he was about to take a dive off of the chair he was sitting on and Rachel stretched out her arms--not because she was jealous, but because she wanted to hold him. So I plopped Finn into her lap and she gave him a great, big hug. She loves babies!
When we were all warm and dry, we got a table for lunch. Rachel had to go potty, so we left to use the restroom. However, once we were there she threw a huge fit and refused to sit on the potty. So we left and went to sit down for lunch again. The minute I sat down Rachel looked at me and signed potty urgently. I took her up, groaning a little because we'd just gone, and headed back to the bathroom.
Unfortunately for Rachel, she couldn't hold it anymore. She peed on me. I was so mad!
We didn't have any clean underwear because of accident #1 and this time she soaked through her pants as well so I ended up putting her in a sun suit, commando style. I then told her that I had been planning on getting her a yummy lunch but instead we'd have to go home hungry and it was all her fault. It didn't really seem to register with her.
Sometimes it makes me madder that she doesn't get upset when I wish she'd just show some remorse. And then I have to remind myself that she's only 16 months old.
So even though we went home angry and covered in pee and had to eat a boring, old PB and J for lunch, we had a pretty fun day. I wonder how much longer we'll be able to swim outdoors...
Rachel peed her pants today within the first five minutes at the playground. She often pees her pants when she gets too involved with playing. The rubber pants contained everything nicely and so I just switched her undies for some dry ones, put her pants on, and sent her back to play.
When it was time to go swimming she ran right to the pool and started trying to climb over the fence. She just loves swimming and was so excited to have friends with her this time! (The last few playgroups have been rather dull...and unoccupied). She was so brave and kept showing off for Finn and Abby. She was kicking her legs, splashing her arms, blowing bubbles, throwing her ball. She was a swimming machine--she even let go of me to flounder her way to the wall and back again a few times! She loves bobbing at the wall; she won't go all the way under, but she'll put her mouth and nose in and blow bubbles.
Melissa, Finn, Rachel, Abby and LoraFinn and Rachel were so good at sharing the ball I brought for Rachel, although next time I think I'll have to bring two balls because sharing is so, so hard at this age! They were very nice about giving each other turns but pouted and whined until it was their turn with the ball again. When either Melissa or I would ask one of them to give the ball to the other, they'd both raise the ball up above their head as if to throw it, but would never let go. The sharing was a little forced, so two balls would be nice. Then they can practice "trading" toys instead of actually sharing.
Even though it was like 27°C (about 80°F) outside, which is plenty warm, and the pool is heated, there was a breeze blowing and we were getting pretty cold! We got out to cuddle in our towels that we left sitting out in the sun. This is one of Rachel's favorite parts of swimming!
She likes to snuggle up with her towel wrapped around her and then climb up into my lap and share my towel, too. I usually get her dressed out in the sunshine where it's nice and warm--she doesn't like staying still in the locker room, anyway.
When I had finished getting her dressed, Melissa asked if we'd watch Finn while she changed. I picked Finn up because he was about to take a dive off of the chair he was sitting on and Rachel stretched out her arms--not because she was jealous, but because she wanted to hold him. So I plopped Finn into her lap and she gave him a great, big hug. She loves babies!
When we were all warm and dry, we got a table for lunch. Rachel had to go potty, so we left to use the restroom. However, once we were there she threw a huge fit and refused to sit on the potty. So we left and went to sit down for lunch again. The minute I sat down Rachel looked at me and signed potty urgently. I took her up, groaning a little because we'd just gone, and headed back to the bathroom.
Unfortunately for Rachel, she couldn't hold it anymore. She peed on me. I was so mad!
We didn't have any clean underwear because of accident #1 and this time she soaked through her pants as well so I ended up putting her in a sun suit, commando style. I then told her that I had been planning on getting her a yummy lunch but instead we'd have to go home hungry and it was all her fault. It didn't really seem to register with her.
Sometimes it makes me madder that she doesn't get upset when I wish she'd just show some remorse. And then I have to remind myself that she's only 16 months old.
So even though we went home angry and covered in pee and had to eat a boring, old PB and J for lunch, we had a pretty fun day. I wonder how much longer we'll be able to swim outdoors...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Our house is a fun land of excitement
Sometimes I hate our apartment.
Yesterday when I went to have a shower I couldn't turn on the taps. It took me about 15 minutes, several grumblings about Andrew's freakishly strong hands, 2 raw hands on my part, and the plastic lining of Rachel's bib before I was able to get any water out.
And then when I went to turn the shower off, nothing happened. I tightened the taps as tight as I could but the water stayed on full blast. It took me about 15 minutes more to get the water to turn off, and several more grumblings about Andrew's freakishly strong hands.
My shower experience put a damper on my day. I missed breakfast before we left for the leper colony and was tired and grumpy and starving to death when we got back, which led to my not being a very good mom to Rachel and putting her in her room while I took a nap.
That's the first time I did that and she actually did a very good job. I told her not to cry because mommy was having a timeout and if she cried mommy would go crazy. So she just played nicely while I took a nap and it was awesome.
This morning's shower experience was a little better, aside from scalding Rachel. When I flipped the lever to make the water to come out of the shower head, though, only cold water would come out. All the hot water was still coming out of the tub faucet and I couldn't make it come out of the shower no matter how hard I tried.
And then I saw Templeton--our rat. We knew he was walking across our windowsill because, duh, we could see him through the glass, but we didn't know how he was getting up into the ceiling.
When I saw him I ran to the window and moved the curtains that were covering the last pane of glass. That's when I saw the wires--I hadn't noticed them before, this big braid of wires leading right into our ceiling through a huge gap in the outside of our apartment.
Templeton climbed right up them like a staircase.
I told Andrew. He asked if we could move them. I told him that I highly doubted that because it looks like those wires probably provide us with the meager electricity we have. Moving them would mean we had no electricity. I only do that willingly on special occasions, like camping. We aren't camping in Cairo. We're living here, so electricity is a must, in my opinion.
His reply?
"Our house is a fun land of excitement!"
No kidding. No kidding.
We've had cockroaches and ants; a rat lives in our ceiling; we used to have a pigeon living on our balcony but I think a rat or cat got it; it takes at least 5 or 10 minutes for the hot water to get to the bathroom; we have to turn the shower on and off a new way everyday; sometimes magical mangoes appear on our balcony--I suspect the tree in the yard is a mango tree although I have never seen a mango on it; we have sporadic power outages; we have sporadic water outages; we turned the water off in our second bathroom because the toilet leaks; our tub leaks; the lock on our front door won't lock sometimes unless we use force; at least 1 lightbulb per day pops and scares the living daylights out of me (haha! get it?); our balcony is scary and full of trash; we have electrical and phone wires strung about outside and our rat uses them to get into our ceiling...
I coud go on, but I sound like I'm complaining. Really I'm just trying to illustrate the fun land of excitement that our house is.
Yesterday when I went to have a shower I couldn't turn on the taps. It took me about 15 minutes, several grumblings about Andrew's freakishly strong hands, 2 raw hands on my part, and the plastic lining of Rachel's bib before I was able to get any water out.
And then when I went to turn the shower off, nothing happened. I tightened the taps as tight as I could but the water stayed on full blast. It took me about 15 minutes more to get the water to turn off, and several more grumblings about Andrew's freakishly strong hands.
My shower experience put a damper on my day. I missed breakfast before we left for the leper colony and was tired and grumpy and starving to death when we got back, which led to my not being a very good mom to Rachel and putting her in her room while I took a nap.
That's the first time I did that and she actually did a very good job. I told her not to cry because mommy was having a timeout and if she cried mommy would go crazy. So she just played nicely while I took a nap and it was awesome.
This morning's shower experience was a little better, aside from scalding Rachel. When I flipped the lever to make the water to come out of the shower head, though, only cold water would come out. All the hot water was still coming out of the tub faucet and I couldn't make it come out of the shower no matter how hard I tried.
And then I saw Templeton--our rat. We knew he was walking across our windowsill because, duh, we could see him through the glass, but we didn't know how he was getting up into the ceiling.
When I saw him I ran to the window and moved the curtains that were covering the last pane of glass. That's when I saw the wires--I hadn't noticed them before, this big braid of wires leading right into our ceiling through a huge gap in the outside of our apartment.
Templeton climbed right up them like a staircase.
I told Andrew. He asked if we could move them. I told him that I highly doubted that because it looks like those wires probably provide us with the meager electricity we have. Moving them would mean we had no electricity. I only do that willingly on special occasions, like camping. We aren't camping in Cairo. We're living here, so electricity is a must, in my opinion.
His reply?
"Our house is a fun land of excitement!"
No kidding. No kidding.
We've had cockroaches and ants; a rat lives in our ceiling; we used to have a pigeon living on our balcony but I think a rat or cat got it; it takes at least 5 or 10 minutes for the hot water to get to the bathroom; we have to turn the shower on and off a new way everyday; sometimes magical mangoes appear on our balcony--I suspect the tree in the yard is a mango tree although I have never seen a mango on it; we have sporadic power outages; we have sporadic water outages; we turned the water off in our second bathroom because the toilet leaks; our tub leaks; the lock on our front door won't lock sometimes unless we use force; at least 1 lightbulb per day pops and scares the living daylights out of me (haha! get it?); our balcony is scary and full of trash; we have electrical and phone wires strung about outside and our rat uses them to get into our ceiling...
I coud go on, but I sound like I'm complaining. Really I'm just trying to illustrate the fun land of excitement that our house is.
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