It has been dry here. There has been very little rain in September, which, I am told is normally the rainy season. Rumor has it with no rain in September, all that rain will come in October, spinning round and round. Today is 1 October 2006. It is also, 6 Manik 0 Yax , if that's the type of calender the bank sends you.
It rained.
The house we are renting had previously been occupied by a business. They had put carpet down. Of all the houses I have been in here, I have not seen any with carpet. Everybody has tile, or actually the houses I normally get invited to have concrete with what seems to be a roll out vinyl imitation tile. I suspect this is because tile is a great deal easier to keep clean than carpet. And it's prettier. Now in the North, we don't use tile like this. Imagine waking up in the winter to put your bear feet on a cold tile floor. But that's not a problem here.
Anyway this carpet, it was just rolled out on the floor. Trimmed to fit, and a tiny bead of some sort of glue all around the edge to tack it down. Earlier we had rolled up the carpet in the dining room, and it was a great improvement. Much easier to keep clean and brighter happier. I forgot to mention this carpet is dark green. Today we moved all the furnishings around in the family room and rolled up that carpet. The carpet is unharmed, when we leave, we can roll it back out if the landlady wants us too.
Rebecca is happy. Johnny immediately set to work sweeping and then mopping our beautiful new floor. The tile is pinkish with all the tiles around the edge grey. Compared to dirty dark green carpet, it is a vast improvement.
I took some pictures of the house. The little camera I am using is the one the sporting goods store gave us for free when we purchased our backpacks there last year. It works fine for a free digital camera. I have another one that is better, but it uses a serial connection not a usb, and this laptop does not have a serial connection. I will figure something out, or, I'll just continue to use the little camera.
3 comments:
Rebecca and Family
I'm so happy your are safe and back online again. You no I love all of you.
God bless you
Penny
I see the wondrous and beautiful Lady Rebecca is as wondrous and beautiful as I remember.
I echo Penny's joy at the restored ability to communicate with such vital people as you are.
I am glad the carpet is gone; I can unpack the sweeper (that was too expensive to ship).
I had a question come to me the other day about your situation: Do the people of Corozol Town wear watches? Are there timepieces in their houses? Is there a Town Square where a clock might be found?
Or do these people live their lives outside the seemingly implaccable grip of "Time" in the American cultural sense? Do they do things according to the sun, the need, the serendipity of those things that they need to see done? How do they structure their activities in re "time"
Alan Parsons had a poignant song about "Time . . . flowing like a river . . . to the sea . . "
In my dotage, I begin to hate the ticking of the seconds through the window of my digital watch.
But enough for now.
Love you all, very, very much.
StormRider - Covington
There is a clocktower in the Town Square. In the houses I have been in there is usually a clock somewhere. Lots of people wear wristwatches. But you have intuited something regarding their attitudes toward time.
People here who have jobs have a more scheduled structured relationship with time. I suspect the ones who are self employed as fishermen, farmers, or subsistence endeavors of all kinds have a dramatically different relationship with time than we normally do.
I tried to explain, to give examples. I ended up writing and deleting about twenty paragraphs. I need to give some thought to how I can communicate what I imagine to be differences in the way people relate to time. It will take a few moments.
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