House sitting

On Monday when Joe and I went to the house for second breakfast, they asked me if I wanted to house sit for them for 3 weeks while they were gone. I said why not? I moved in yesterday, and I might be moving out this afternoon...

Monday was the last I heard about it, but the guy said everything would be taken care of. On the plus side, it is only a 5 minute walk from the hospital, so it would be pretty easy to go back and forth. It sounds great. Yesterday I stopped by during the day to see if they were expecting me and they showed me around, where I was going to be staying, and everything. The papa there was really nice, and so was the guard at night.

Dinner yesterday was potatoes and fish and it was pretty good. I'm not sure what the fish was cooked in, but it kind of tasted like a tomato curry sauce of some kind. I studied a bit of Swahili read some, talked to Megan a bit on AIM, and in general had a good night.

I went to bed around 11:30 and woke up around 12:30 wide awake because I was really hot. I was covered up with the sheet over my head because I knew there were mosquitoes and there wasn't a mosquito net. I don't really care about malaria that much (maybe not the right attitude) but I can't sleep if I hear them buzzing. I got up and tried to figure out what I was going to do. I looked in the other rooms and the only mosquito net I saw was on a baby crib. I grabbed it and wedged the rod holding it up in between the mattress and the bed frame and that almost worked. My head was out and I was cooler, but kind of uncomfortable. I took a pillow and used it to prop the net up next to me so I had more space under the net and went back to bed.

Except I could still hear them! They were buzzing outside of the net and I knew they couldn't get in, but they were still annoying me. I finally kind of covered my ears with my arms and went back to sleep. That is a solvable problem though. I'll just go get my mosquito net from Maji and it'll all be good.

I woke up this morning and felt all right (although now I'm kind of tired) and after reading some Bible, went to study Swahili. The papa came out and told me there was no more food except for bread. That's no problem, that's what I usually have for breakfast and it was good. A guy named Patrick who works with the guy came and he knew English pretty well and I was talking to him for a while and he's pretty cool. I'll probably hang out with him sometimes as he's my age and is all right. The papa came back out and said there was no more food at all, and asked me what I was going to do. Hmmm... That's not cool at all.

So my house sitting stint is over I think. I'm probably going to go back to Maji because there is no food and it doesn't sound like they were going to get any more. I'm at the hospital now and will probably go back with someone to get my stuff and move out. On the plus side, I met Patrick and that might make it all worthwhile, so I'm not too disappointed.