During the past two weeks,
- I lost one of my new chickens to Solo.
- we went without access to water for a day,
- then had only brown liquid come out of the tap for the next two days.
- Power lines were stolen in the Lowlands and we, and our entire valley, went without electricity for most of a day.
- We discovered a buck snare on our farm — evidence that there is, indeed, poaching going on in our own backyard.
- I had contact with one of the most unpleasant people I've met in a very long time.
- I went without a shower for four days (it wasn't pretty).
- We had to haul many Jerry cans to go fetch clean, fresh drinking water from neighbors' down the road. Imagine!
- I had already been backed up in doing laundry, and without water, ended up wearing underwear previously delegated to the rag pile. Mom definitely wouldn't have approved (I know, this is too much information).
- The many seedlings we had started suffered from lack of water.
- Nils and others missed the South Africa vs. Fiji Rugby World Cup match on television.
- I couldn't blog or surf!!!
- We couldn't do most of the (electricity dependent) things we planned to do,
- so, we went and spent the afternoon having a braai and fun with new friends.
- I was reminded to listen to my own instincts, and do what I know is the right thing to do.
- I think that Nils and I talked to each other more (unavoidable since I couldn't surf or blog, and there was no television).
- I learned I can get dishes clean by hand with a small amount of water.
- We drank less coffee (electric coffee machine) and more fruit juice.
- We get more exercise since we take slightly longer walks on the farm to survey for traps and snares.
- I re-started meditation and began putting more efforts into a "Five Elements" exercise course I've wanted to develop.
Nope, Africa isn't for sissies; maybe that's not a bad thing.
Having nothing to do with anything except it's news for us, and we're both in shock: Nils has lost 8 kilos (17.5 lbs), I have lost … drum roll, please … 10 kilos (22 lbs)!! I guess Africa isn't for fat people either. … well, okay, so maybe it's the faaaaaarm livin'. Maybe I will be able to wear those size 3 jeans … the ones I just got rid of! Rats!