What Goes Around

I started thinking about rabies today. My parents are thinking of making a trip out to visit us and are starting to get their shots. They wonder if they should get the rabies shots. A few years ago, Luke, who was 10, died of rabies. I had never met him but his story touched my heart. He and some other kids were friends with some of the homeless dogs around his house. One of the dogs was acting a bit weird. It didn't bite Luke, but possibly licked or scratched him. No one knows for sure. A few days later Luke got sick. He had a bad headache and fever. He started shaking and his throat hurt. His mom got a nurse friend to come check on him. She noticed several symptoms of rabies right away. Luke's family lived close to a hospital. In fact, his dad worked at the hospital. But this was a small town and the hospital didn't have anything to help him. They suggested he make the 6 hour drive to Delhi. All the way to Delhi his parents were sitting with him as he got w...

I just read some instructions on how to become a TV Comedy Writer and I think I should make my blog my practice place. I want to get a job writing for "The Office" or better yet, acting in it. They look like normal people. And I wouldn't even need to get paid a lot. It just looks like so much fun. I looked at some bloopers on Youtube and people are always laughing. Wouldn't that be great to have a job that makes you laugh all day long? I think there needs to be an episode focused on Oscar that isn't all about him being gay. Or maybe one on Kevin that isn't all about him being slow. I will write one.

Nothing for dinner. Again. What to make? I have spaghetti noodles. So I could go to the store and buy sauce. Oh, and a can of corn and bread. There ya go. Instead Steve offers to go to the store. I told him the list (3 things) and said either the imported sauce or the yellow box of tomato paste. Off he went. Well I guess we are still not communicating too well even after counseling. He came back with cereal, spicy indian spaghetti sauce, peanut butter, juice with a free glass, no bread and no corn. So I made the spaghetti. While I was boiling the water for the noodles I looked through the cupboards to see what else there was. There were two jars of oatmeal. So I decided I could make granola. I found a recipe that only called for 4 things; peanut butter, oats, brown sugar and oil. I didn't have oil, but I did have ghee, so I went for it. By the time I mixed the granola all together, the spaghetti was done. I toasted some bread to go with it and called it a meal. O...

Our fish, Sucky, died a few days ago. He was a sucker fish. The kind that are suppose to clean the tank. I think our tank was too clean. So he just died. Then there is the Angel fish who was picking on the goldfish. We would take him out of the tank everyday and put him in time-out. Then Goldy would be able to swim around freely. And he/she sure knew when it was safe. The second Michael (Angel) was out of the tank, Goldy would come out from hiding and swim. Well yesterday was odd. Goldy was actually chasing Michael. Michael was running away from Goldy. What changed? Today they are swimming next to each other as friends. I guess they worked it out.

My househelp lady called this morning to let me know she isn't coming today. So all those dishes that have been piling up, waiting for her, will have to be done by someone. From what I understood from Bimla (househelp), she got electrocuted from the cooler somehow. The shock knocked her backwards and she hurt her back. Sounds bad. I think she also said she is burned on one side of her body. Talking Hindi on the phone is hard for me. I think I need hand motions to understand more. I really can relate to the back pain now and understand she needs rest. I can't imagine doing all the work she does, with a hurt back. I don't even think I could squat to use the toilet like she has to. I hope she gets the rest she needs.

I am feeling older than my age. Like maybe 58 years old. I am walking around all bent over and slow. You see, on Saturday morning I threw my back out. I don't even know what that really means, but I think what I did is what people mean when they say it. I was the only one awake and so I made my chai so I could sit and spend some quiet time with God. But then I saw all the laundry hanging on the rack and that would disturb me, so as my chai was cooling in the kitchen, I started folding the laundry. As I reached down to grab Steve's boxers off the bottom rack, a sharp pain crippled me. I couldn't move because of the pain. So I was left squatting. That hurt my legs after a while so I made it to the ground and just laid there. As I was on the ground (and remember, these are hard, marble floors, not carpet), I kept thinking of my chai which was getting cold. Should I yell for Steve to come help me? No, I didn't want to scare him. So I just stayed where I was. F...

I wish the pet store owner would have told us that Angel fish and goldfish don't get along. Our Angel fish is torturing our goldfish now. We had to separate him into a bowl for a time-out.

I went to visit my friend Kusum the other day. She lives in the neighborhood next to us. I met my coworker and we walked together. Kusum lives in a one room (I guess you could call it studio) apartment. There is room for a double bet and a cot. We entered in the groundfloor apartment and asked if Kusum was home. That lady walked us up to the second floor and yelled to Kusum that she had company. Kusum was sleeping on the cot with her daughter, but she got up quickly to greet us. We sat on the bed. So Kusum went outside the room to the little kitchen area and started making chai for us. She had to send someone to the market to buy some snacks to give us too. So as Rhonda and I sat on the bed, we discussed what we wanted to talk about with Kusum. Rhonda was memorizing a story in Hindi and I suggested she try and share it with Kusum. It was the story of Jesus calming the storm. While Rhonda was practicing I noticed a movement on the floor out of the corner of my eye. I'...