Can't leave home without 'em
I've been stuck at home since Tuesday night with a wicked sinus infection. This meant that not only did I miss three days of school, I also missed the annual staff retreat. I have to admit, I'm not exactly broken up about this. Still, I've been home by myself since Friday afternoon, when Travis left with the rest of the teachers. He'll be back in a few hours, early Saturday afternoon. I've had our crazy little kitten, Beans, to keep me company, so I've been fine.
I went to bed early, aided by some lovely nighttime sinus medicine, and woke up leisurely at 9:30. After showering and getting dressed, I wandered downstairs in search of breakfast. As I was sitting down to coffee and toast, I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
On Saturdays, the flower man comes to see me. He usually comes Saturday afternoons, and if I'm home, I'm able to buy gorgeous bunches of orchids and other exotic flowers from him for veeeeery little money. I was thinking it might be him, showing up early because I've been gone the last few Saturday afternoons. I stuck some money in my pocket and traipsed downstairs, thinking how lovely I must look with wet hair, no makeup and a Biore pore strip stuck to my nose. I unlocked the front door and there they were: Jehovah's Witnesses.
Here I am, in INDONESIA, and there are Jehovah's Witnesses knocking at my door. I had to cough in order to not laugh, which worked out well since I'm still rather sick. I think the two ladies who knocked were sort of surprised to have the door answered by a tall white lady with wet hair and something stuck to her face; but I think I was surprised more. I politely told them that I was not interested, I already had a church, and they left. The Indonesian culture, for the most part, is very passive (sometimes passive-aggressive) and so they didn't press the issue once I told them no.
So there you go. Now Indonesia seems even more like home. Now all I need is a long-distance company to call and bother me while I'm eating dinner and I won't know whether I'm in Nebraska or Bukit Sentul.
I went to bed early, aided by some lovely nighttime sinus medicine, and woke up leisurely at 9:30. After showering and getting dressed, I wandered downstairs in search of breakfast. As I was sitting down to coffee and toast, I was interrupted by a knock at the door.
On Saturdays, the flower man comes to see me. He usually comes Saturday afternoons, and if I'm home, I'm able to buy gorgeous bunches of orchids and other exotic flowers from him for veeeeery little money. I was thinking it might be him, showing up early because I've been gone the last few Saturday afternoons. I stuck some money in my pocket and traipsed downstairs, thinking how lovely I must look with wet hair, no makeup and a Biore pore strip stuck to my nose. I unlocked the front door and there they were: Jehovah's Witnesses.
Here I am, in INDONESIA, and there are Jehovah's Witnesses knocking at my door. I had to cough in order to not laugh, which worked out well since I'm still rather sick. I think the two ladies who knocked were sort of surprised to have the door answered by a tall white lady with wet hair and something stuck to her face; but I think I was surprised more. I politely told them that I was not interested, I already had a church, and they left. The Indonesian culture, for the most part, is very passive (sometimes passive-aggressive) and so they didn't press the issue once I told them no.
So there you go. Now Indonesia seems even more like home. Now all I need is a long-distance company to call and bother me while I'm eating dinner and I won't know whether I'm in Nebraska or Bukit Sentul.
posted by Erin @ 9:30 PM
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