Friday, December 23, 2005
Home Again...
Have I mentioned lately how cold it is here? Well, it is. You can tell when you are in Rochester in the winter, because every bit of moisture in your skin is sucked out upon arrival. I made it home late Friday night when amazingly enough, all six flights went completely without incident. My nephew Jonathan made a gorgeous sign welcoming me home. He’s da bomb! It’s really great to be home. I went to see my friend Jennifer to pick up my pups. Harvey is down to his fighting weight after his extended stay at the Brighton fat camp. Next time, I’m sending them to Sri Lanka and asking Jen to look after me.
Sue and Dave Mayne had a lovely party on Saturday. I think the best part was the fact that Erik, Dan and Bridget didn’t know I was home yet when they walked in the door and saw me. Boy, were they surprised! I’m adjusting…it was a little spooky riding in the car on the right side of the road again. I also made my mom have lunch at the Greek restaurant and Zwiegles hot dogs for dinner. All my nieces and nephews were very concerned as to whether or not I would have time to make some Christmas cookies. I’ve got that covered! The gang came over today to help decorate and we had a blast.
I need to connect with the gang in Sri Lanka regarding some of the unfinished projects, but I know they are all wrapped up right now in throwing a generic holiday party at the Wellawatte orphanage. I wish I could be there with them, but I kicked in a few bucks so they could have a really fun time with the boys. Kenney called me on Sunday night at 4:00 in the morning. I’m not exactly sure what we talked about after I clarified the time difference. He rationalized that this is the time of day he always calls Simone…but she’s in Australia…not the U.S. I think it was something about his Australian spousal visa to join Simone, but I’m not sure. I hope he emails or calls back again soon to talk to me when I’m awake. Happy Holidays to everyone and please be thankful for all the wonderful things in your life, I know I am.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Signing off from Sri Lanka
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
A Few of My Favorite Things...Part Deux
This was an offering left at the temple in Wellawatta. I thought it was pretty cool to see where coconut trees come from…
Atop every unfinished building, there is a scarecrow type of dummy strung up. Apparently, this keeps the evil spirits away from the structure while it is being built.
Alex very patiently waited and waited, but got a terrific shot of this lizard… it’s so amazing it looks surreal.
Alex also took this one…Got Crabs?
Hanging with the elephants.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
A Few of My Favorite Things...
I have a number of topics, places and items that I’m going to add to the blog under the heading: A Few Of My Favorite Things… I can’t really get into an entire blog entry about each, but they deserve a mention at the very least.
Here is the Hoy-Hoy Trap A Roach. It’s sort of like a roach mansion instead of a roach motel. It has to be big, since these aren’t your garden variety roaches. The size of a silver dollar, they are (fortunately) completely pedestrian and not airborne.
Using paper products here always reminded me of my delightful and lovely former mother-in-law, everyone calls her Sue, but her real name is Flora. She’s a absolute sweetie and her namesake company has the entire market of napkins, paper towels, kleenex,cotton swabs and toilet paper here in Sri Lanka.
In this country, the swastika is merely a religious symbol. The first few times you see it, it’s a bit jarring. You quickly get used to seeing it all over the place.
This is the fish market in Pettah. Also known as “heaven” to the local cat population. If only this computer could do smell-o-blog… Can you spot the kitty?
This is the Buddha statue at the Molpe temple. When I first went there, I asked why the Buddha was being held hostage since its face was all covered up with a huge fabric hood. Apparently, mortals are not allowed to look upon the Buddha while repairs are being made to the statue….
This is one of my favorite pictures. Kyle and I were visiting a Hindu temple in Fort when I spotted this guy tanning a hide. No, I don’t know what it was in a previous life, but having its hide staked out on the grounds of a Hindu temple can’t be all bad for the karma thing.
Maxine took this picture of me and Roy parked near Galle Face Green. (It’s really a misnomer, it should be Galle Face Brown since it’s so well trafficked) Since I was absent the day they taught mime in theatre school, I’m on the phone with Lino to get her to tell Roy where we want to go next…
You don’t really want to get too close to the snake charmers in Sigirya.
Another favorite, Lisa took this picture of Dani and I at the mondo temple in Kandy. We were trying to think of ways to represent the scale of this huge statue in our photographs. When taking one looking up Buddha’s nose didn’t work, we decided we needed humans in the picture.
While we were in Kandy for the Perahera, we were all amused by these signs. I’m sure Chris and Dani aren’t the first tourists to pose with one of them.
Stay tuned for son of favorite things...
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Thank God It's Pieday...
The pies came out great and I brought them in to work on Friday…TGIP! Part of the fun was trying to figure out why all the Sinhalese speakers would giggle every single time “Pie” or “Pieday” was mentioned. Turns out “pie” is a slang term in Sinhalese which refers to a part of the male anatomy. Of course at this point, we pulled out all the stops and made every joke and pun we could think of. “Shut your pie hole…” “Pie envy…” “Pie in the sky..” just to name a few. Now just imagine all the adjectives you can use to describe pie and…well, you get the idea. It got especially funny later that night after several beers and a few pitchers of sangria. The pecan pie I made became “The pie with nuts…”
Auntie Sunethra enjoyed the mincemeat pie the most of the three...
Intern Alex Try, thinking about pie...
Lino and Maria
Lisa and Dani
(Dani is going to seriously kick my butt when she sees this pic)
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Just Who Are You People Anyway?
Here are some samples:
This card is made of elephant dung paper and measures 11cm x 16cm. It has an insert to write on; is stamped on the back "elephant dung paper" (I wanted to include, "when you care enough to send the very best..." but I got vetoed). Some have a gold star offset like this one and some have the metallic pen embellishments like the card above. Again, envision it with envelope and clear plastic covering.
This is my personal favorite, so you can't have it. These non-Christmas cards vary in size but almost all are going to be on 13cm X 17cm glossy white card stock as we move forward.
Some of these kids are really terrific artists...some aren't. Some are obsessed (there's one little guy with a flag fetish) many of them draw things they don't have like houses or family members. The real point is, good or bad; poignant or funny; these are all original works of art, not reproductions. Which brings me to the question... What would you pay for a card like this? We are planning to send some to relatives all over the world and I want ALL of you to chime in with what you think would be an appropriate price point given that it's for charity and all that. We're pretty sure we know what we have to charge in some countries to make a profit for the kids, but I'm really looking for input here. Please leave me a message in the comments section. I'm not trying to sell these to you, rather I would appreciate your insight. I'm also thinking of putting the fishies on a coffe cup at the Cafe Press site...any takers? http://www.cafepress.com/helpingvi Which brings me back to the original question...who are you people? And a secondary question, are you really done with your christmas shopping already? Go to the link above and help us out!
My New Prescription
Travel Tip: Do write down your prescription for glasses. It would be bad to go on the trip of a lifetime and not be able to see any of it.
The appointment got cancelled. The doctor had to attend a funeral. They rescheduled for that Friday at 9:30 where I got kicked up the list to number eight. I got a call on Thursday, just as I was returning from the polls, canceling my Friday appointment because it was the day after the election…and as a rule, no one goes out. I’m confused now because Friday, November 18th has been the “day after the election” pretty much all year. I wish they had said something like, “Barring bloodshed and mayhem in the streets, your appointment is on Friday at 9:30.” There was no bloodshed but we did cock our heads a few times to try to discern whether we were hearing firecrackers or gunshots. The casual attitude of the locals is usually a good indicator that there’s nothing to worry about. The guy canceling the second appointment with me had only fledgling English skills, so I decided I’d see if Lino could reschedule me…in Sinhalese. The headaches lessened in their severity and it didn’t seem so urgent…until recently.
The eyestrain headaches came back with a vengeance and Lino made another appointment for me. Miraculously, this one actually happened. The meeting with the doctor was rather like stepping back several years. There is this huge case with lenses and you put on the ugly pair of frames while they drop different strengths in and make you read from the phone book. Once we worked out “better” “worse” and “no difference” to our mutual satisfaction, I had my new prescription. At the opticians, they presented me with every frou-frou pair of frames in the store. I finally had to show them all my current, plain Jane glasses so they would stop with the jewel encrusted tortoise shell stuff. My friend Sue and her daughters always help me pick out my frames. They reason that I only have to look through them and couldn’t normally care less what they look like but they have to look at them. It was my first solo expedition into frame buying.
It took four days to make the glasses…they called me to tell me my “spectacles” were ready and Roy and I went to pick them up. It’s always the same when I get new glasses, “Wow, look at that…What does that sign say...Did you see that?” You can’t sight-see while you’re driving a tuk-tuk so I just kept getting quizzical glances in the rear view mirror and an occasional head bobble. It really annoyed the hell out of Roy, so I bought him a Happy Meal before he took me back to the office.
Monday, November 28, 2005
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
You've heard of Typhoid Mary, Here's Dengue Tom and his pal, Road-rash Caroline.
Thanksgiving...of sorts
I did manage to knock a couple of things off my list of things to do this weekend. I got Kenney set up with business cards. He’s a translator, driver and tour guide and I highly recommend him should you decide to come to Sri Lanka for a holiday. I also wrote and had witnessed a letter to the Australian High Commission urging them in my own inimitable style, to give my friend Kenney a visa, you knuckleheads. It was actually a bit more polite than that… I also had some generic business cards made up for the volunteers to use when dealing with vendors. As with many Asian countries, the exchange of business cards here borders on the ritualistic. I’ve spent the last several months feigning patting myself down and muttering, “Sorry I seem to be out of cards at the moment…” This is always followed by hastily scribbling my name and cell number on an errant scrap of paper or cocktail napkin. As you might imagine, this part of the ritual does nothing to instill confidence in my new business partner. I also roped my friend Jules into helping me dress up the CafĆ© Press site since it’s deadly boring the way it is currently. Jules knows HTML and is generously donating her practical skills and artistic vision to this project. If you go there right now to purchase items either for yourself or as Christmas gifts, I will NOT consider it an endorsement for the site the way it appears now…it will soon be better…I promise. Go pick up a tote bag for Aunt Mavis; I defy any gift recipient to dislike a gift that helps out a charitable organization. Gift with confidence…be sure to check out the wall calendar, it has beautiful pictures… go on…
http://www.cafepress.com/helpingvi
The first thing I need to do this morning is get a do-it list together for my remaining few weeks here. Max left last week and unpleasantly discovered that a large gift she had intended to ship home, would not be accepted by the U.S.P.O. Apparently, Sri Lanka is on some list somewhere that indicates parcels from here will not be allowed into the U.S.
Just what am I supposed to do with all this stuff? Nephews and nieces will be glad to hear that the preliminary plan is to pack all the gifts first, throw a clean pair of underwear in a manila envelope and leave everything else behind.
Monday, November 21, 2005
The Kate Lynch Flora and Fauna Corner
Put de lime in de coconut...drink em bo' together...
Friday, November 18, 2005
But I Just Got My Nails Done...
Rule number one: Always ask the highly trained professionals with the automatic weapons first if it's okay to enter the polling area.
(We were not allowed to take photos. This is from the Assosciated Press)
All in all, it was a lot like an election in America…but without Florida. The polls were only open from 7:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m. Apparently violence has marred so many of the elections here that the goal is to finish up and scamper home as soon as possible and definitely before dark. One other interesting difference is the permanent marker used to color the tip and nail of the left pinky finger. It keeps anyone that might be inclined, from voting more than once. They also have separate lines for men and women. I honestly don’t know why, women have had the vote here since 1931. They also indicate in the rather confusing instructions to the voters, that they can mark a first, second and third choice on their ballot. No one I spoke to seems to know why…I posited that perhaps it was like Miss America, “If, for any reason, our newly crowned Miss America is unable to fulfill her duties, the title will fall to the first runner up…” Maybe? These and other questions I hope to have answered by my continued close scrutiny of the local news.
The quote of the day is shared by me and Brigid. We were in the van on the way to our first polling place and she was reviewing the question checklist with me since it was all in Sinhalese. She got about halfway down the list and read the following: “Has anyone been killed during the polling? That…..that….that…uh…” At which point I interjected, “That would be bad.” “Um, yes.” Kristina started to crack up, but managed to stop herself and disguise it with a cough.
So far, it looks like it has gone without incident, but we have been instructed to lie low the next day as well since there may be unhappy citizens about when the results are announced.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Emma and Maxine in the Deep End...
We are always trying to think of ways to make money for our projects. Greeting cards is a pre-existing idea that got shelved a while ago, but we’re taking it out of mothballs one more time. Em and Max picked up some elephant dung paper (yep, you read that right) and cut it up to see if we could get the kids at the camps, Molpe temple and the orphanage to make some note cards. After diligent P&L research, we’ll bundle them all off to our former volunteers to sell to friends and family. Then we’ll branch off into placemats, bookmarks, stickers, collages and calendars until the Montessori is funded for 100 years; all the orphans find families and no one lives in a refugee camp anymore. What can I tell you, I’m having a “glass half full” kind of day.
Em and Max did some shopping for paper and comprehensive rifling through the art supplies we already had on hand. When they came up with the paint, Lino and I just sort of looked at each other and smiled. You see, paint in the hands of over-stimulated children that don’t speak your language and outnumber you 15:1 can be a recipe for disaster. The only way it could've ended worse than it did, is if we had added sugar to the mix somehow. We all live and learn, and I knew that this was something they really did have to experience. I could have tried to convince them not to do it, but that would have conflicted with my current role of "Ms. Positive." I love the fact that they persevered and we have some beautiful paintings to use on our cards. Of course, some of them are stuck together because they didn’t dry properly and many of our young friends like to emulate the style of Paul Klee, but they really are terrific. We started out with a wonderful project designed and prepared by our former volunteer Deana Hmoud. She had the idea to cut out 5x5 inch pieces of paper and having each child draw something to be part of a taped together “quilt”. They loved it and I loved it mostly because it involved crayons only!
Standby for originally created cards made out of elephant dung paper. Meanwhile, I have opened an online store where purchases can be made that will support our work here: http://www.cafepress.com/helpingvi
As will be immediately obvious, I am NOT a graphic designer. The commission on the items will be paid directly into our discretionary account for our ongoing projects. Wear the logo, and if anyone asks you about Volunteer International, give them my email address or the URL of the blog. Why not do all your Christmas shopping here? Stay home in your jammies and avoid the malls totally! Fair warning to my friends not in the US, the postage can be onerous, so you’d best order a lot of stuff to make it worthwhile.
As usual, anything you can do to help is deeply appreciated!
Thursday, November 10, 2005
If Elected, I Will Not Serve...
Snatch the ballot from my hoof, Grasshopper...
I’m planning to work as a poll monitor on Election Day. It should be interesting. Apparently visible white/western faces help keep various seditious groups away from their usual intimidation at the polls. We’ll see. So far the run-up to the election has been relatively uneventful. It does depend upon which news source you access. Very often, I’ll be reading the paper and come across something that I believe to be patently untrue. I usually turn to Lino and ask, “Is this the pro UNP newspaper or the SLFP rag? Who are the Buddhist monks siding with again?” It’s very confusing but no less entertaining than any of our recent elections in the US. I have suggested to anyone that will listen that they should allow the state of Florida to vote simply to enhance the amusement value. I think it’s a great idea, since you can never have too many scapegoats. So far there aren’t any takers.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
My own pups are IDDs!
When he was a little pup, he liked to sit on top of my head to watch the nightly news. I can’t remember why I ever thought this was a good idea. Regrettably, my head did not keep pace with his inevitable growth. Undeterred, he continued to try to sit on my head at every opportunity; always resulting in uncontrollable laughter from my brother Doug.
Harvey really is very patient with Beau and is an excellent big beagle brother. I’m sure Jennifer’s dogs; Hannah and Syd; are very anxious for them to come home so they can have their person all to themselves again. It’s the people in my life like Jennifer that helped me to know for certain that this was the right thing for me to do at the right time. If she had been unable to take in my boys, I don’t know who would have stepped up to care for them. If I hadn’t felt secure that they are safe and sound, I wouldn’t have been able to pick up and go as I did. Jen, you are a true friend and I owe you BIG TIME. Love to you all, have a rawhide on me.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Happy Birthday John-Boy!
Here is my nephew, John, in Uncle Rich and Aunt Kates' basement doing the color for a heated air hockey match. He's about to get bunny ears courtesy of his cousin Erik. If you see him, wish him a happy birthday. The irony of this little devil being born on All Saint's Day has not gone unnoticed. I'm saving some special birthday noogies for you, so stand by in December...you'll get them when you least expect it. I love you Jonathan, many happy returns of the day! Aunt Sue
Native English speakers have no right to complain...
When I’m listening to my friends Janaka, Roy or Christina struggle with their English pronunciation, I’m always reminded of the David Sedaris essay: Me talk pretty one day.
(Ooooooh, the grammar checker didn’t like that one bit!) He is a brilliant comedic writer and his books are laugh out loud funny.
Seriously, how the hell did I ever learn English? It’s a wacky language. At least in Sinhala, the letters correspond directly to sounds. Once you know your letters, you can speak it. (Bearing firmly in mind that unless you learn the meaning of the words, you could still have no idea what you’re saying) There’s this really strange thing happening to me, I’m starting to understand spoken Sinhalese. Lately, when Lino and Janaka are yukking it up in Sinhalese, I laugh in all the right places. I actually understand what they are talking about sometimes with absolutely no contextual reference. I mentioned this to Dani, and she reminded me of the conversations she has been having with her aunts’ maid, Chandra. When they speak, Chandra carries on in Sinhalese and Dani speaks in English, and they seem to understand each other perfectly. Odd that.
Due to years of French classes in pursuit of my B.A., I have a ton of latent French lurking just beneath the surface as well. (Merci, Mme. Siegel) When I’m flustered, my instructions to a tuk-tuk driver can be a bit…um…idiomatic. Instead of saying: “turn right here.” or “la droite de turn ici” or “dhah-ku-nah-tah har-ren-nah” sometimes it comes out as “ turn dhah-ku-nah-tah ici”. Since I barely comprehend it myself, this absolutely guarantees that no one else will understand a thing I say. What they do understand is that they need to get rid of the insanely laughing white woman asap.
I have a very unflattering picture of me, (I am not sharing) in obvious distress, caught red-handed trying to explain the vagaries and vicissitudes of the English language to a 16 year old. ( this thanks to a Japanese relief worker that took the picture and wasted a ton of bandwidth to send it to me...) I always start by complimenting them on the insightful nature of their original question, at which point I ask them to repeat it. This usually gives me time to ramble through my mental rolodex of grammar rules. More often than not, I can actually come up with a better answer than, “Blame the British…there’s one now…”
“Okay kids, always remember, ‘I before E except after C…uh, forget that with neighbor and weigh’; ‘the principal is your –pal-’; never end a sentence with a preposition and don’t split your infinitives, it’s rude.” Reviewing vocabulary words is always a convenient fall back position:
Comb…Tomb…D’oh!
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Reality Check Department
Janaka and I went to buy 160 pairs of boys’ underwear. We traveled to Maharagama on the outskirts of Colombo. This is where there are seemingly endless stalls and storefronts of vendors selling fabric and clothing.
We ran into a slight communication problem when I explained that I wanted only white or light grey briefs because the boys need to wear them under the white pants of their school uniforms. Desperate to fill my order from the stock in his stall, the vendor kept holding up richly colored briefs and saying “nice” to me in an interrogative manner. If I acknowledged that they were indeed “nice” but not what I wanted, he started to pile them up with my order anyway. After a few attempts with my broken Sinhalese, I had to resort to making retching and gagging noises every time he tried to include any of the colors. Thanks to crossed arms; emphatic shaking of my head and one serious feint to leave the stall, he found the items I wanted. He had to check with other vendors and buy a bunch from them, but I ended up with 160 pairs of briefs in the sizes I needed, all light grey.
My mom raised four boys and while I know over the course of our childhood, she bought way more than 160 pairs of briefs, she never bought that many at one time. I got 16 large; 84 medium and 60 small. The entire order cost me the equivalent of $37.13 US. You could probably send a three pack of underwear from Wal-mart to Sri Lanka for less, but not by much. This is the long version of the reality check…things are MUCH less expensive to buy over here.
“Hi honey, I’m home! I gotta tell you about this crazy white broad that bought a crapload of boys underwear from me today!”
I did have a nice long chuckle on my way to the orphanage thinking about my sit-down with Chris Trento. He’s my tax guy and it will be amusing to explain some of the receipts I have. “That’s milk for the Montessori; that’s 10 bags of cement for the orphanage; that’s for toys in the piƱatas; that’s for the truck we rented to take clothes to the Tissa orphanage; oh yeah, that’s the 160 pairs of boys underwear…” Many are in Sinhalese and all need to be converted from rupees to dollars. I’m sure he can hardly wait.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
There's ALWAYS someone worse off than yourself...
Bunk beds to the left; auto repair shop eight feet away to the right.
This is home to 45 young boys aged three to sixteen, many of whom are orphans as a result of the recent civil war.
We were there shortly after one of the daily cloudbursts that occur this time of year, and the area where the boys sleep was completely soaked and muddied.
Quite a few of the toothbrushes are missing.
The current storage area for school backpacks and shoes.
There is a building project underway that will safely house and shelter these boys, but it is frequently stalled due to lack of funding. The new space is being built just behind the current area in use. It has a long main room and an outer hallway which will have cupboards for the boys as well as tables and chairs to use for study, coloring or games. There is also an enclosed toilet and bathing area and a “sick room” with separate toilet facilities. Below the main building will be the kitchen and cafeteria area. The structure is being built in such a fashion that a second floor can be easily added. This would eventually provide classroom space and a recreational area for the boys but is currently in the distant future due again to lack of funds.
The main bunk area
The space below that will be a kitchen/cafeteria
This is the new building as seen from the current sleeping area. The yellow painted doors to the right are the toilets now in use.
When we sat to talk with the teacher/bookkeeper for the orphanage, she assisted us in putting together a list of some of the more immediate needs for the continued funding of the building and the boys in general.
(100 rps = $1.00)
Cement 12,250 rps (25 bags)
Tiles for kitchen area/downstairs 920 tiles/ 50 rps per tile
1 steel cupboard 6,500 rps
1 gas cylinder 3,600 rps
2 burner gas stove approximately 4,000 rps.
5 Steel bunk bed frames (Niasco Ind. 011-2561367) price unknown
10 mattresses for bunks price unknown
10 pillows
2 clocks
On an average day, it costs 9,000 rps to feed all the boys, broken down as follows:
Breakfast 2,500 rps
Lunch 3,000 rps
Snack 1,000 rps
Dinner 2,500 rps
School Shoes (various sizes) @ 400 rps per pair
The teacher was able to show us a note book with all the boys feet traced out to determine the correct sizes needed.
Underwear- S-M-L price unknown
Ongoing expenses, maintenance
Wash powder
Toothbrushes
Disinfectant
These are the immediate needs and all items can be purchased here in Sri Lanka for considerably less than in the U.S. or elsewhere. Many of you have already made donations and for that I am very grateful. I know you MUST be suffering from disaster/donor fatigue. Katrina, Rita, Wilma and the earthquakes in Pakistan and India have numbed many of us into a complete stupor. I assure you, aid agencies and NGO's scarcely know where to allocate their resources. I am not asking anyone to donate to this endeavor; it’s only one of millions of causes that are all worthy and deserving of our time and money. Just find it in your heart to help someone, in your own country or elsewhere. Give of yourself; get involved with a literacy program; fundraise for the Kidney Foundation or on your next birthday, request that people make a donation in your name to the charity of your choice. The currency of your involvement and effort will pay huge dividends and has the power to change you forever. Believe me, I know.
I’m days away from getting the VI website on line, so stay tuned for the link. I’m also setting up an online store where items can be purchased that will support our work here. Today, I’m going to Pettah to buy as much boys underwear as I can find…as my brother Doug says, “I’ll take “Things I Never Thought I’d Do” for a thousand, Alex…” I don’t want any of these guys to “go commando” for the Sunday-almost-done-new building-opening ceremony.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Lost In Translation
Days like this can be very frustrating. I ended up just entering stuff into my fledgling database and wondering if I’m spelling these complicated Sinhalese names correctly. I do have a couple of favorites: Jotuiratunalage Jayasiri Pushpukumara and Sirisena Sithmbi Arachchilage. No, I do not know how to pronounce them.
Yesterday was a Poya day and Dani’s Aunt Sunethra invited me over for dinner. She said the magic words: egg hoppers, seeni sambol and jac fruit curry so I dropped what I was doing and got over there. It’s bad form to arrive at a Sri Lankan home without bringing something for your hostess. The real problem is that everything is closed on Poya. My loyal tuk-tuk driver, Roy and I had a real bonding experience trying to find an open bakery so I could buy a cake. After cruising up and down Kirula and Thimbiragasaya roads, we found a place that was open and I ran in to buy something called a “ribbon cake”. I have no idea what makes it a ribbon cake, but one layer is green and another is pink. It tastes okay if you don’t look at it too closely. After telling Sunethra about my quest with Roy, she wrapped up a huge piece and gave it to him when he picked me up.
I had my mom send me all the stuff I need to make a pumpkin pie because Dani is a huge fan of all things pumpkin and has never had pumpkin pie. I have no idea how a person can like pumpkin in the absence of pie, but they do weird things to it here and it’s a lot more squash-like than what we think of as pumpkin. This got us to talking about American food. They decided I would cook them an authentic Thanksgiving meal. I agreed once I found out you can actually get a turkey here.
Minor Digression:
I cut out an article from the paper the other day:
Bird flu found in Turkey’s turkeys
I know avian flu is nothing to laugh about, but this cracked me up.
Here’s the menu so far, feel free to add your suggestions:
Turkey
Stuffing
Mashed Potatoes
Gravy
Cranberry sauce
Cornbread
Greenbean Casserole (I personally don’t care for this and would take suggestions)
Pumpkin Pie
Mincemeat Pie
Pecan Pie (Lino asked me what a pecan was, so I knew I had to make this)
I’ll be kicking Chandra (Aunt Sunethra’s maid/cook) out of her kitchen for the day and I have it on good authority that she is VERY territorial about that particular room. I think I can take her.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Minor Inconveniences
I may see an eye doctor here, but he better speak English. I can see it all now,
“Which way is the ‘E’ pointing?”
“That’s an ‘E’?”
“Well no, it’s the Sinhalese symbol that represents our “eh” sound.”
“Of course…that’s clear as mud.”
I’ll see you in December, but I probably won’t recognize you.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
My mom, Not in Sri Lanka
If you see this classy lady around town, make sure to wish her a happy birthday. Sure, she’s dressed up for a wedding in this picture, but she pretty much always looks like she just stepped out of a bandbox. Being brought up properly will do that to you. (Yes, she tried with us, but I think she still lies awake at night wondering how she managed to raise a bunch of damn Yankees.) After my rant about the heat a few days ago, my mother helpfully e-mailed me the formula for converting Celsius to Fahrenheit. See, she does have an evil streak. (Who taught that woman how to e-mail???) Mom checks the blog every morning and every evening so feel free to send her birthday wishes in the comment section of this post. No noogies please, but if you want to give her a squeeze from me she might let you. Mom, I sent you something fun for your birthday so I hope you scoot around to all the grandkids on October 8th and have a great day. I love you and miss you, happy birthday and many more happy returns of the day.
Kulture Korner
Monday, October 03, 2005
Going to Your "Happy Place" Will Cost You...
Have I mentioned lately how hot it is here? It is. No…really hot. Someone told me today that it was 37 degrees. On the surface, that doesn’t sound so bad... if you’re using the Fahrenheit side of your lizard brain. I do know from the whiney tone of voice used that, yes, just as I suspected, it is indeed hot out today. It reminded me of when Cam and I first moved to Dallas…in the summer…talk about your boneheaded moves! We would drive around and occasionally we’d see one of those time and temperature things. Inevitably, one of us would scream, “It’s 105 degrees out here! Why aren’t these people dead?” We never did figure it out and he traded the dry heat of Texas for the humid heat of Florida. But I digress.
I’ve been here for four months now and from time to time, someone tries to tell me how to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit. As with so many of life’s distasteful moments, I find sticking my fingers in my ears and humming real loud usually makes it all go away…until the next time. Look, I’ll learn kilometers, grams, liters and centimeters but I am drawing the line at temperature. I mean honestly, we’re seven degrees north of the freakin’ equator! It's hot! That's a given...I just don't want to know how hot it is. You can only really say two things about the weather here: “Gee, it doesn’t seem quite as hot as it was yesterday.” or “Gee, it’s way hotter than it was yesterday.” That’s about it.
So it’s Sunday and hot and all week I told everyone it was going to be a Mount Lavinia Sunday. That means we go to the Mount Lavinia Hotel and play tourist. The lunch buffet and pool costs 1500 rupees, about 15 USD, and we get to lounge around the pool all day or until we’re burnt to a crisp which ever comes first. Several volunteers ended up at the pool at the Hilton, but since I had told a bunch of others we’d be at the Mount Lavinia, I went there instead of the Hilton. As it happens, no one else showed up and I had a very pleasant day sitting by the pool, plugged into my mp3 player, writing postcards and reading my book. It was a fabulous day in the sun and jumping into the pool to cool off was the best part. As often happens this time of year, late in the day a massive thunderstorm blew in off the Indian Ocean. Rarely have I seen weather systems move as fast as the ones here. I spotted it on the horizon and immediately went to change into dry clothing. As I collected my stuff from the table and the pool boys were hurriedly tucking away the umbrellas, I noticed a family of tourists at the next table. They had just ordered their dinner and were expecting to enjoy it poolside. I told them it might be a good idea to move into the building for dinner since in about three minutes they would be drenched by the storm. Dad said, “But it’s so sunny out and those clouds are so far away.” I shrugged, muttered, “Fine, don’t listen to me, I’ve only been here four months…” and went into the lobby for a cup of tea to enjoy the ensuing mad scramble. Soaked tourists aside, it was one of the most dramatic storms I’ve ever seen, incredible wind and painful, horizontal rain. The rain cooled things down slightly, but it didn’t last.
I think poolside at the Mount Lavinia Hotel is my happy place and worth every rupee.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
I think my blogger wa is back...
Two of my young friends from the camp help with those hard to reach places in the van.
Simone left her husband Kenney with the sign up list in the camp, then brought back the carpenters about five at a time to collect their tools.
Me with my helpers, Dushan, Eshan, Akila, Sameera and Sashi. While we handed out tools, they taught me the Sinhalese words for sun, moon, east, west, north, south, ocean and several body parts. They drew the line when I tried to count, I'm not sure I completely understood him, but Dushan seemed to be convinced I'd never get it. He was probably right.
Here is the drawing for the generic cart...it's actually easier to follow up close and personal.