Big day in the big city!

Peanut_butter_4Happy happy day!  I found imported peanut butter that I could afford at the grocery store here in the city!  It makes a nice change from the local peanut butter, which I usually eat.  It’s intended to be used as an ingredient for stew sauces, so it’s just ground peanuts, no sugar, no salt.  On a cracker with some Nutella, though, it’s not bad.

When I got to the city 2 weeks ago, I found imported peanut butter at $9 a small jar.  I just couldn’t do it.  Last week I found some for $3 a jar, so I brought a few home to see if it tasted ok.  Yesterday I went back and bought them out.  I am now the proud owner of 8 jars of peanut butter.  Think it will last me 2 years, until I get home to get some more? 
 

Talking Trash?

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Yesterday my first visitor from home arrived!  More about her visit later.  Tomorrow we’re heading up to the village where I live, a two day trip from the city. 

One of the things she brought was a gift from my buddies in Burleson-a battery charger!  This got us on the topic of garbage in the village.  Most of the people who live there generate much less garbage than me, so this isn’t as big a problem as it may sound.  They pretty much just throw the little they don’t want outside of their yard.

I of course can’t make myself do that, so I have a lovely hole dug in my yard for things like old batteries, the, um, contents of the litter box, broken glass, and other undesirable things.  It’s over by the outhouse.  I call that area Pooh Corner.  Tin cans don’t go in there, though.  I have a wonderful can opener that doesn’t leave a sharp edge.  That way I don’t worry when my friends take the cans for kids to play with!

Any leftover or spoiled food that the dog won’t eat goes into my compost pile – one of these days I really am going to plant a garden.  Paper gets burned, and plastic bags…

I am thrilled to have learned how to crochet purses and other items out of old plastic bags.  Ok, I don’t really crochet all that well, and can only make long line of single stitches.  But, a friend crochets!  Her family could really use some extra income.  Old plastic bags are always blowing around all over the place, so there’s no cost for materials.  When she finishes one, I’ll post a picture and let you know how much it sells for. 

So, that’s more than you ever wanted to know about how to take out the trash in my neck of the woods.

Story time

One of the things I’ve been doing is collecting stories.  They are great for learning language and important to study.  Mostly I’ve gotten fables so far.  That’s good-I need to know what a fable sounds like, so that the stories we eventually produce don’t sound like that.  They need to sound like true stories, because they are! If you want to hear more about the stories I’m working on, click here.  You might have to hold down the control key (CTRL) while you click.Sun_2

So, just for fun, here’s a story someone told me.  I think he made the language really simple so I could understand it. Don’t ask me what the death ceremonies are-I still have tons to learn about the culture!

The Bat and the Sun

The story I’m going to tell you is the about when the sun
and the bat were still friends. One day, the sun’s mother died. Since the sun’s mother was dead, he sent his
son to go to his friend the bat’s house to ask him for a piece of cloth to bury
his mother in.

So the son went to the bat’s house and said, “Your friend’s
mother is dead. He sent me to get a
piece of cloth. Then he will go back and
do the ceremonies of death for his mother, and his mother’s death will be good."

The bat took the cloth and gave it to the son of the
sun. The son went back and gave the
piece of cloth to his father. His father
did the ceremonies for his mother’s death, then he took that piece of cloth and
he buried his mother.

Not even two days later the bat’s mother died as well. Since the bat’s mother was dead, the bat sent
his child saying, “Go to my friend’s house and get me the piece of cloth. My mother is dead. I’m going to bury her.”

So the child left. When
he arrived he said, “Your friend said to give him the piece of cloth, he is
going to bury his mother. His mother is
dead.”

The sun said, “Oh, me and my friend there, we have
quarreled. I took that piece of cloth
and  I buried my mother. If you go back, you tell him that I buried that
cloth with my mother.”

And the child went back. The bat asked, “Where is the cloth?

And his son said, “Your friend said that he took that cloth,
and he buried it with his mother.”

Then the bat said, “Yes, that sun and I, we have
quarreled. I’m not going to look at the
sun any more, I’m going to look at the ground.” He turned his face, he lowered it, he looked at the ground.

From that day on the bat has hung upside down, even today he
lowers his head, looking at the ground.

Poodle

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Thank you for reading my very first post on my very first blog!  I will be sharing deep and meaningful things, such as what follows.

I think the first clue to the disaster that was to come was when the customer before me took the round brush out of the stylist’s hand and dried her hair herself.  Really, she did.  Next time I will pay attention to the clues.  But no, I HAD to have a body wave.  A friend is coming tomorrow to visit, she’ll be taking pictures, so, I had to do something about my limp hair.

Well, it’s not limp anymore. 

I am now wearing the same hairstyle that I did in 1984.  It is also the same style as my new friend Di’s poodle, Afia.  Do you see the resemblance? I washed my hair twice as soon as I got home, didn’t help.  Jeff, help!!

Actually, everybody help!  Ask me some questions so I know what to ramble on about.