We’ve been watching through Seinfeld in our spare evenings and have just finished the episodes where Jerry brags about his 13-year no-vomit streak. Meanwhile, we’re aiming for six months over here and just can’t seem to make it.
After treating some fifteen people in the community with the same virus, I suppose it was inevitable. I was officially down for the count last night, in the midst of the coldest front to hit northern Thailand in over a decade. It stayed between 50 and 60 degrees Fahrenheit all day yesterday, which is just unheard of. We were then met with a huge rain storm, including thunder, which we just don’t get here. I’m torn: it’s much better than sweating, and this has been the longest cool season since we arrived. And yet, I dread the ice cold shower each day, and fear for the kiddos & families trying to live in these temps they just aren’t used to.
This morning, after I tossed and turned all night, Stephen woke up and said he was going to open the gate and door for the kids and community. It was just too cold and rainy for the kids to wait outside for the bus. So while I kept my distance on the couch, he sat among kids and blankets playing Memory before the school car came.
Today finds me curled up on the couch in layers of clothes and blankets as every breeze of the 50-degree weather oozes into our unprotected, unheated home. This is the first time I can ever remember closing up all our windows to keep out the cold.
The girls that are often at our house for a few school lessons are bundled up in the community space, hard at work while The Verses Project and rain fill the background. Chicken noodle soup is cooking on the stove, and a friend is helping us purchase and deliver blankets to the families in bamboo homes later today.
So we’re losing on the no-vomit streak, but winning in many ways.