Monday, August 25, 2008
And now, apropos of nothing, I had no cat allergies in Mexico but had TERRIBLE cat allergies previous, so we're conducting an experiment wherein we unlock the little cat door that leads to our suite and let the comically-oversized grey cat (if he so chooses) to come into our home, and then we see if I am miserable. Maybe I am only allergic to Canadian cats.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
These are tiny puppies from the pet store. I palmed their heads.
This is Dag, and these are his ribs.
Dag only comes by the house for a meal every few days, and he won't eat if you're watching him. He won't even come in the house unless you round up the cats and lock them in the bedroom.
This is Perro. He is a dog from one of the housebuilds, and is almost certainly diseased, but he is also desperately cute. I lasted three days before I petted him, and I didn't tell Joel. He has paint on his forehead, but it's not from me.
Also, we arrived home safe and sound.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Not only am I blogging in my pyjamas, but last night I showered without leaving the house!! (Have I not talked about our showering situation? Maybe four days after we moved into Gord and Carols [where there was no functioning shower, and if you wanted to take a bath you had to put a bucket under the faucet because it dripped and ignore the hoards of spiders living in the wall next to you] a guy came by to install a shower, which will be awesome for Gord and Carol when they get back, but which effectively negated our chances of ever bathing again!! So for two weeks we'd walk 15 minutes to the base to shower, or we'd head to the beach, or we'd stink. The day we left, the shower was sufficiently finished for a farewell bathing.) Also, I showered for a long time because there is no chance of us running out of water or propane!! Also, when I pee I can throw my toilet paper in the toilet and flush it, and I don't need to put on flip flops to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night!!! Excitement!!!
We fly out this afternoon. Fabulousment.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
H'anyvays, since then, whenever the boy-cat was sleeping I'd come over and shake him awake, or poke him in the neck, or make loud noises. How do you like it, cat? Also, I would make a point of telling girl-cat (also known as 'Throat-beard') quite loudly how much my favorite she was, and how much more I liked her than boy-cat (really only known as 'Boy-cat').
Except then a few days ago, boy-cat ran away. He's always the first one in our room in the morning as soon as we open the door, and he'll be all up in our space, stepping on our books and kneading any exposed skin, but then one morning he wasn't there. That evening when we got home from the house-build, he continued to not be there, and the following morning he remained not-there. Which, kind of I'd be fine with, except that he isn't our cat. So we hunted all over the house in case he got himself locked in a cupboard and then died, or passed out from all the dog food he's been eating (seriously, this cat is such a douche. That food isn't yours!!), but there were no cat-corpses.
Yesterday morning, I got up to let Throat-beard in with us, because she'll come nestle down in between us and purr hard without trying to eat our bookmarks or our fingers or anything, and not five minutes later, boy-cat hopped up on the bed! He was dusty and exhausted (he slept the whole day) and had acquired this habit of sitting on my shoulder and rubbing his face hard against my cheek (which is actually kind of endearing), and besides all that, WHERE WERE YOU?? Oh, if cat's could talk.
I suspect him of having been off sowing his wild oats, and also getting lost because he's a bit stupid. Also, I suspect that girl-cat may soon get pregnant, and also that the babies will have extra tails and very low IQ scores. You know what I mean.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
The dolphin encounter resulted from our frequent beachings. Alyson's awesome parents are down here doing a house-build, and Tom likes to get cracking early (like, 8:30) and knock off after lunch to hit the beach for the rest of the day. Surprisingly, we're actually ahead of where we were this time last house-build, and we've painted the entire interior (which was tedious and sweaty until they cut out some windows, at which point it was simply tedious). The house is a lovely lavender. I will have photos.
Last night we went to the campos, which is where the field workers and their enormous families live. Children are treasured immensely in Mexico, which is awesome, but they're treasured to the point where everyone wants to have as many as they can, regardless of whether they can feed and clothe them or not (hint: most of them can't). It's sad and sort of angryifying to see so many ragged children running around when, dude, just have fewer of them. You'll still be a field worker living in a plastic-bag-house, but at least your child will have pants.
I am le starved. I am getting le fat because we eat lunch at the house-builds (today? Deep fried fish-tacos!!) and supper at the base (yesterday? Greasy-good enchiladas!!). We come home a week tomorrow. I am both excited and sad.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Ok, so very quickly because supper is shortly, we went camping under a volcano on Friday. The road was mad sandy and only one of our vehicles had 4-wheel drive, so the other one got stuck. Often.
I did many dangerous things on that trip, including eat fresh mussels...
feed my finger to a sea anemone...
and try to hike the volcano in flip flops. I made it halfway before the smooth, steep rock face covered in loose gravel sent me back. Joel survived, but barely.
There are no good pictures of the crater, or whatever the top scoopy bit of a defunct volcano is called, but we climbed down in it and there was (oddly) a cool draft coming from what should be red hot magma. Huh.
On Sunday we went to Ensenada and did the touristy thing, like check out the giant golden heads. Also, I bought a poncho. Please don't judge me.
Hrmmmmm, I need to go upload photos onto Facebook. Adios.
Friday, August 01, 2008
I didn't bring my camera into surgery, don't be gross. Also, in interest of not being gross, I will try to avoid going into detail. Also, Joel looks like Sub-Zero, no?
Ok, so the local poor-people hospital let us come in and watch a woman get her tubes untied (apparently a lot of Mexican women will do this because their husbands will leave them and they'll get new ones, and the new ones will want children). Joel's not technically in med school yet, and I'll never be in med school, but this bothers no one. The doctors were super jolly and the nurse brought us a stool we could stand on so we could see things, and the surgeons would hold up inside-bits and explain what they were doing and then Joel would get off the stool and I would get on and they'd explain again. Nice people.
I was kind of nervous, because you're never sure what you'll do when you're watching a human being be carved up like so much meatloaf. But lo and behold! Surgery is interesting! And fun!
When they first cut her open, they stuffed all these hand-towels into her abdominal cavity, to staunch the bleeding I assume. I'd totally forgotten about them, and then all of a sudden at the end they're pulling out towel after towel, like some sort of magic trick. But a creepy, bloody one.
Afterwards, the one surgeon was all, That was a pretty quiet surgery. You all should be in here when we're doing a C-section! There's people running everywhere and blood all over the place and then all of a sudden we pull out a baby!!
I think I'll spare you everything else (shall we say that fatty tissue is nasty, and leave it at that?). We plan on heading back for more (come on C-section!!) if we get the chance. Vive los countries without rules and/or privacy issues!!