Don’t talk to me….

So, I’ve found out that it takes me a day or two to recuperate from being out of the community. I don’t have a schedule set up of classes to teach or anything so I just kind of bum around and get used to being here again. All the English, all the hot water, all the laughter, all the decompressing, and I don’t even live in an incredibly stressful site. Well, we haven’t had water for the past two to three weeks save maybe a day or two of dribbling. And these past two days the construction crew has taken to large scale bouts of whistling and yelling at me (which hadn’t happened for a month or so, so I don’t know what that was about).
Random complaint: every time it rains and I walk by a large group of guys, they ask me why I’m sad. (Because it’s raining so I’m crying, or something…) Alright, kind of clever, I guess, but the same thing.. every time… often with the same people… um, think of something new to say, please. It’s wasn’t that witty the first time. I started thinking that maybe this is why people continue to laugh or react when I walk by, they are just saying the same not-very-clever thing every time and it gets the same reaction. Not impressed.
Well, that’s really all I’ve been up to these past two days since I got back. A little deprimida and trying to be reclusive. I think after lunch I’ll be productive. Maybe…