I know this will come as a shock but in the worst way ever I
want to complain. But I made a promise to my husband that I would not say
anything bad about things here in you-know-where because this is an election
year and goodness knows anything can happen. Wouldn’t want to be deported back
to the good ol’ US of A now, would I? And I know that immigration knows where I
live because they came by to see us earlier this week, checking our passports
and such… but they were looking for some Sri Lankans and were misdirected, so I
am off the hook, for now at least.
I won’t complain.
Instead, I will tell you how much I enjoyed not having
internet access over the past 9 days. I’m not sure why that has been; of course
the funny people – “ambassadors” they call themselves –
at the broadband office have been trying to put my mind at ease by ensuring that something is being
done to improve service in the long run. And they insist that someone will come
to see me today since I have been ever so patient. And by golly if those nice
ambassadors say it is so then it must be true and that is good enough for me!
And they are so very nice and sweet and apologetic that it makes me all oooggly
inside – so much so that my 6:00 am phone calls to the ambassadors are the
highlight of my day.
Who could ask for a better start to the day, right?
Because despite the absence of the internet, I will recall
with fondness the several books I bought, downloaded and read this past week
(Hunger Games trilogy – I have got to see the movie and the Princess Diary) as
I try to conserve the units on my mobile modem – and thank goodness I had the
foresight to buy one! Who knew I’d have to use it in my own house? But that’s neither here nor there.
Those things happen.
Remember how I used to complain about the electric company
and the frequent power outages. I always said that while they bothered me a
little bit it was the not knowing when they would occur that bothered me the
most.
Well, someone must have heard my pleas, and I am so
grateful.
Yesterday, the local paper printed a schedule of power
outages. We’re scheduled for tonight at 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm. Isn’t that
wonderful? And we have another for the same time frame on Tuesday and then
again on Thursday. In fact, over the next 17 days, we in Group A1 will be doing
our part to save electricity six more times! I am so proud. No one else among
the seven identified groups is doing so much; group B1 gets to do their part
five times, and D and E four each. Meanwhile, poor Groups A, B and C only have
three opportunities to provide a valuable service to the government.
I can’t even begin to express my joy.
Because of that beautiful schedule, I have my phone
charging, and my Kindle, and my tablet so that we can have something to do
while sitting in the dark in the heat… alas it will be a little too hot to
sleep. And I have ice blocks freezing to keep Alex’s insulin cold (so thankful
for that advance notice, you cannot believe!). I have bought candles and
batteries and will plan to make dinner well ahead even though eating by
candlelight is the most incredible feeling. Oh, our 4-hour adventure will be so
much fun! I can’t wait!
We are so lucky!
And yet, believe me when I say that I have not forgotten that I am saying all of this as an individual spoiled by comforts unavailable to the
majority of locals.
Indeed, we are so lucky.
