Bird Flu Hath Cometh
Some chickens two hours north of me got the flu, near a town called Ajlun. We have a bunch of volunteers up there, but none of them caught the flu. Not yet, at least. I'm not hoping any of them do, but what a great story that'd make!!! "So i was in peace corps jordan, and i got bird flu from a chicken who sneezed on me." It's probably nothing to joke about, but come on....its bird flu... Everyone is going crazy, though. Most of the Safi chicken markets are empty (of people and chickens).
Gtown lost. I failed to wake up at 4am to watch the game, but I did set my alarm. Oh well. At least they made it this far, and recruiting will be better for next year. Ha, and Duke lost!!! Yay!
My book is progressing poorly. I no longer like my original organization of the story, and I'm not sure how to approach my new idea. And the entire writing style seems silly to me as I read what I've written. Annoying. After reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, everything I write, say, and think seems to be written poorly. My English is crap. My Arabic is getting better, though! I take my Arabic books to work with me now, so when I'm sitting in the center (watching Fatima and Nabila sleep, and Majeda play Spider Solitaire) I can work on the Arabic skills. Fun.
My stalker's little sister started stalking me. It got so bad I had to go visit the family and ask that she stop following me around and throwing rocks at my windows (she broke a screen). She's only 12, and by going to the family and politely complaining, I may have caused some domestic abuse, which I do feel awful about, but I couldn't have her breaking my windows.
I'm starting my world map mural tomorrow. After asking for supplies (paint) for 3 weeks now, with no success, I'm just gonna start clearing the wall space and outline the map in pen. Maybe when Majeda sees me actually doing something at the center, she'll buy my paints. (She doesn't even have to go anywhere, she just has to call the art guy in Safi, and he'll bring us paint. Makes me want to punch a wall, and I'm a nonviolent person.)
I can't wait until her wedding. It can't come soon enough! She has managed to pretty much cancel all of my projects except volleyball (which is super fun, and the girls love it!) and English classes. I understand she doesn't care about the center anymore, but hello? What about me? Rumor has it that when she leaves, we aren't getting a replacement, so Fatima will become the supervisor. Rumors in Jordan, however, cannot be trusted.
It's getting mighty hot in Safi, 32 celcius yesterday. Fatima, Abu Rohee (her husband) and I sat on the roof last night as the sun set, drinking tea, and making fun of the children in the street who were playing weird games with trash (totally normal). Actually, as I was walking to the market yesterday afternoon, I saw a can of tuna (empty) on the street a block from my house (and my dumpster) that was clearly mine (it was tuna in water, sent to me from mom, which they don't have here). I'm guessing a cat got into the dumpster and dragged my entire trash bag out to get to the tuna can. Which is embarassing, cause that means my trash is now strewn about the streets of Safi. Makes me want to bang my head against a wall.
Gtown lost. I failed to wake up at 4am to watch the game, but I did set my alarm. Oh well. At least they made it this far, and recruiting will be better for next year. Ha, and Duke lost!!! Yay!
My book is progressing poorly. I no longer like my original organization of the story, and I'm not sure how to approach my new idea. And the entire writing style seems silly to me as I read what I've written. Annoying. After reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, everything I write, say, and think seems to be written poorly. My English is crap. My Arabic is getting better, though! I take my Arabic books to work with me now, so when I'm sitting in the center (watching Fatima and Nabila sleep, and Majeda play Spider Solitaire) I can work on the Arabic skills. Fun.
My stalker's little sister started stalking me. It got so bad I had to go visit the family and ask that she stop following me around and throwing rocks at my windows (she broke a screen). She's only 12, and by going to the family and politely complaining, I may have caused some domestic abuse, which I do feel awful about, but I couldn't have her breaking my windows.
I'm starting my world map mural tomorrow. After asking for supplies (paint) for 3 weeks now, with no success, I'm just gonna start clearing the wall space and outline the map in pen. Maybe when Majeda sees me actually doing something at the center, she'll buy my paints. (She doesn't even have to go anywhere, she just has to call the art guy in Safi, and he'll bring us paint. Makes me want to punch a wall, and I'm a nonviolent person.)
I can't wait until her wedding. It can't come soon enough! She has managed to pretty much cancel all of my projects except volleyball (which is super fun, and the girls love it!) and English classes. I understand she doesn't care about the center anymore, but hello? What about me? Rumor has it that when she leaves, we aren't getting a replacement, so Fatima will become the supervisor. Rumors in Jordan, however, cannot be trusted.
It's getting mighty hot in Safi, 32 celcius yesterday. Fatima, Abu Rohee (her husband) and I sat on the roof last night as the sun set, drinking tea, and making fun of the children in the street who were playing weird games with trash (totally normal). Actually, as I was walking to the market yesterday afternoon, I saw a can of tuna (empty) on the street a block from my house (and my dumpster) that was clearly mine (it was tuna in water, sent to me from mom, which they don't have here). I'm guessing a cat got into the dumpster and dragged my entire trash bag out to get to the tuna can. Which is embarassing, cause that means my trash is now strewn about the streets of Safi. Makes me want to bang my head against a wall.
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