it was about 4:30 this morning and i was awakened by pounding wind. dogs were howling and lighning lit up the sky in front of me. i did not know weather like this happend here. it reminded me of storms back home, minus the deafening thunder (so glad of that). as i sat on the pourch enjoying the wind and the lightning, the rain began to fall, filling the potholes on the street and wetting the ground around me.
there is a common practice here to wet the ground in the morning, i guess to keep the dust down. in the end in ends up packing the dirt more and more. so then when water falls from above like last night it just sits on the road. i was thinking about that this morning. what areas of life am i packed and hard, what areas do i need water to saturate and make soft again?
a friend of mine here has a wonderful way with words. i often put him in the position, by my free expressing, to tell me to "quit whining". he usually frames it in a kind way such as "when you let your disappointment run for too long and start to dictate your mood and what comes out of your mouth- it's whining". this is so true. the hardness in my heart, a lack of child-like faith and trust.
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"They" (people, others) say to take all your pictures in the first 6 months of arriving in a new place, after that everything looses its zeal and becomes "normal". I had to grin to myself today as thought passed through my head. There are somethings better off not photographed, try these on for size:
I think I saw at least 4 grown men launch snot rockets today, on the street in broad daylight, in mid-step (very impressive). I often wonder how it doesn't get all over their pants or shirt. Then there is the "wall peeers" (my personal favorite, because I have to watch for them carfully, they will "drop 'em" at a moments notice), this is the practice of relieving ones-self, well basically anywhere, some can even manage without a wall. If you see a man squating you better walk on the other side of the road. This next one is very common. It's nothing to walk down the street and see men holding hands, with their fingers inter-locked. It's not as comical, but is quite stunning to your senses the first few times, coming from the west we have an immediate "other" ideas about such actions. Then there are the spitters. Again this is common practice and at times you might even wonder about their aim. They could be spitting seed shells, tobacco spit, water or well snot again, I personally have never had anything spit land on me, but others have, very unique.
Hope you got a little laugh out of this, I know I did/do.
I think I saw at least 4 grown men launch snot rockets today, on the street in broad daylight, in mid-step (very impressive). I often wonder how it doesn't get all over their pants or shirt. Then there is the "wall peeers" (my personal favorite, because I have to watch for them carfully, they will "drop 'em" at a moments notice), this is the practice of relieving ones-self, well basically anywhere, some can even manage without a wall. If you see a man squating you better walk on the other side of the road. This next one is very common. It's nothing to walk down the street and see men holding hands, with their fingers inter-locked. It's not as comical, but is quite stunning to your senses the first few times, coming from the west we have an immediate "other" ideas about such actions. Then there are the spitters. Again this is common practice and at times you might even wonder about their aim. They could be spitting seed shells, tobacco spit, water or well snot again, I personally have never had anything spit land on me, but others have, very unique.
Hope you got a little laugh out of this, I know I did/do.
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