an omen, a full day, a creepy walk in the cemetary

So many things to say about the things in the above picture.  But before I do that, let’s set up the day: I saw fresh flowers. Fresh, I-just-picked-’em-and-plopped-’em-in-this-glass flowers.  They sat on my friend’s desk in a tiny shot glass with some pink tulle packed behind them as their curling backdrop.  Too, they sat on a table in the teacher’s lounge of the village school.  They openned up their petals at me, they shocked me with Spring.  I don’t know their names, only that they are the first flowers of the first Spring I think I’ve ever really noticed.  I…

water and my SANITY IS GONE

I am a slave to water.  Water only runs for me from 10am-1pm, and last night I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it to Saturday which would be the next time I’d be home when the water is running.  I washed my dishes with little pots of water from the bucket, rinsed conservatively with thin, steamy trickles.  This, “My Water Situation“, has become my most aggravating difficulty.  I live with piles of dishes and dirty clothes waiting for the next free morning.  I have only mopped once because of Winter’s inability to dry my floors, but now…

spring, cookie dough and a drum circle

I know, I know.  Wow. Very interesting Brent.  Thrilling.  But lets take a minute and really examine what this photo means.  First of all, in this cookie dough you’ll find vanilla, brown sugar and Nestle milk chocolate morsels, none of which you can find easily, if at all, in Armenia.  This is a cookie dough that brought together ingredients from multiple continents.  This is a cookie dough prompted by caring hands back in the motherland.  This is a cookie dough whose creation was so perfectly timed that it may very well have contributed to the continuation of my Peace Corps…

frozen blurbs

It’s hovering around -1 degrees Farenheit right now.  It was so cold this morning that the moisture from me breath was freezing my mustache.  And the condensation that gathered last night on the livingroom windows was frozen solid this morning.  And I almost lost fingers trying to take this picture of the tree outside my house. I had this exchange this morning (in Armenian) while Alvart, our cleaning cook, was preparing food for our Social Worker Training: Me: Alvart, how are you? Alvart: I’m working like a donkey. Me: But a pretty donkey, right? … then later Alvart and I…

my day keeps going back to cat.

I’m sorry that all my posts seem to be about my cat.  There are more interesting things that happen during my day, I promise.  But she receives the blunt force of my inner turmoil.  Let me see if I can give an example. Yesterday was downright blizzardy.  I’ve never seen so much snow blowing around.  And in the middle of the deluge, Arman, a guy from my work, and I drove to a village in the far north to see buildings we may possibly renovate for a women’s initiative.  The meeting turned out to be somewhat counterproductive and ended in…