January 14, 2013
If I could flip
back in time I wouldn’t be peering over the fence everytime I hear the hum of a
motor coming down the track. Expecting a box or two and scads of letters from friends
and family…right? Since I got the heads up about the mail via email, I get
frustrated, anxious, angry and exasperated at being in a developing country
while waiting for something as simple as a box full of protein bars! Technology
isn’t everything it is cracked up to be.
Cookie is having
an above ground pool set up in their back yard. The rounded-shoulder melted
looking gardener is partnered with another sad and aged looking man with a
small sombrero hat, droopy mustache and clothes that hang dangerously as though
from a recent severe weight loss. Our eyes meet over the surrounding lush plants
and I feel worlds apart. It isn’t simply a language barrier but a complete lack
of my understanding of his life relative to mine. I can only speculate an existence
free of expectations which lead to disappointment and despair, loaded with profound
worry about the next project let alone receiving money at the end since the ex-husband
is known for his slippery ways, spending the material money versus purchasing
what is required for the job. The disadvantaged and poorly educated working
class has a long haul to climb up to a middle class lifestyle. There are so few
in the center of dirt poor and exceedingly wealthy.
Can our lives
really be determined by what we do in life, who we wish to be or do or feel?
Seems to be the case here. So much depends upon the family one drops into and
what part of the world it is. Even the brightest, most benevolent, pale
complected and gorgeous are challenged when hatched in poverty.
Dono is packed and
ready for her trip. Theo gifted her with one of his favorite stuffed animals to
take along for company, a fluffy in bits yellow duck named Daffy.
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