2003 -- Nattarbora,
Pigs are for pigpens, chickens are for coups, and ducks for
the most part are for ponds. We have been living with this family
now for two months and I have finally found the best place to
hang our hammock. The hammock hangs between mango and citrus
trees off the right side of the home. This morning we passed
the hours sitting in the shade of the trees just talking and
doing a bit of reading. I swung the hammock and Susan sat beside
me in the chair. After we made lunch, I took to holding down
the chair and Susan has been reading in between naps in the
hammock. Currently and all the while, chickens chase and cockle,
pigs pass through a grunting hunt for god knows what, and the
30-odd ducks wander around quacking, preening, shitting, and
hissing a sickly sound that as hard you we try, cannot be ignored.
If it sounds uneventful, well... We watched ducks screwing for
a good minute or two and all that was said came from Susan forming
all that needed to be said, "interesting", and we
turned back to our books, thoughts already drifting on the Atlantic
off Nova Scotia and somewhere in time between guns, germs, and
17 August 2003 -- Nattarbora, East Timor
Susan and I are currently enjoying a lazy Sunday morning.
In a few more minutes we'll don our Sunday's best to pretend
presenting our piety to our neighbors in the narthex of God's
domain. Not that we are really inspired by 4-hours of sitting
in a tin sauna, listening to gibberish that we can't quite understand.
However, the points we score by attending pay huge dividends
in social acceptance. When we first arrived in NTB we showed
our new friends photos from home. Some of these included scenes
from our wedding. Yet on our way home from our first attendance
at mass we found out that no one really believed we were married
until they saw us get up and take communion. Our hypocrisies
are many, but rarely without reason.