02:00
A frantic pounding on my door woke me from a light
slumber. It can be difficult to sleep during a Mongolian spring. The wind,
which contented itself with being frigid but relatively light all winter, has
returned with what can only be described as a homicidal vengeance. My entire ger
shifts with the force of the gusts, my door shudders, the stove pipe clangs
against the roof and all the while I toss and turn on my wooden-plank bed and
wonder why I ever thought the sound of a windstorm was pleasant. Anyway, the
knocks on my door were soon accompanied by cries of “Ash-bagshaa!”
(Ash-teacher) that had me scrambling out of my sleeping bag and clumsily
pulling on a sweater as I headed toward the door. Outside, I found my
seven-year-old khashaa sister, her little cousin and one of my fifth grade
students all huddling in my ping (a small shed-like building right outside my
door that helps with temperature control in the winter). Apparently, the
khashaa guard dog was sleeping in front of the door to the main house and the
kids couldn’t get past it because they’re afraid of him. So, I stepped into my
shoes and led them the ten feet to the house and distracted the dog (who isn’t
mean at all, but he can be a little overenthusiastic when it comes to pets)
while they went inside. It wasn’t until I returned to my ger and climbed back
into bed that I even thought to wonder why three kids were running around
outside at 2 o’clock in the morning.
09:20
Today started, as the past few days have, with a
windstorm strong enough to send the photographs and cards I have over my bed
cascading down onto my head. Not the most pleasant awakening; though I was
having a disturbing dream so it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome awakening. Reading
Stephen King before bed is probably not the wisest decision. In true weekend
spirit, I decided to roll over and doze for a bit and not subject myself to
reality until I absolutely had to. Though the worst of winter is, hopefully,
behind us, mornings can still be chilly and I wasn’t in a hurry to leave my
warm nest of blankets. Of course, the weather had different plans for me. Less
than twenty minutes later it started hailing and I had to get out of bed, go
outside and close the canvas flap over my windows or have hail and snow/rain
falling onto my stove for who knows how long. As it turns out, it would’ve only
been for about an hour.
My morning was spent comfortably lazy; aside from
the hail-issue. I had a cup of coffee (instant from America, slightly less
disappointing than instant from Mongolia) and turned my left-over mashed
potatoes from the night before into a sort-of potato pancake to eat with my
yogurt and apple. A satisfactory Mongolian breakfast, if I do say so myself. I
finished Salem’s Lot; which was, after a truly wretched and slow start, not too
bad of a book. I’m still not convinced Stephen King is as scary as others claim
but he’s not bad once he actually gets going.
In the afternoon, my khashaa family invited me over
for lunch; a very proper Mongolian meal of fried meat, rice, potatoes and eggs.
We watched a few Mongolian shows then my khashaa sisters came to my ger to
watch an American movie. Let me tell you, trying to get those three to decide
on a movie to watch was not easy. In the end, the oldest one and I watched the
new(ish) Dracula; the one with Luke Evans. I was pleased to discover that I
could explain the good majority of what was happening to her in Mongolian. Some
parts I could even translate word-for-word. It was a triumphant moment.
(Can we just take a moment to appreciate this man? He's epic. A great actor with a wonderful voice and a smile that's contagious. Love him!)
Since then, I’ve been messing around on the
internet. Made a new blog that I’m dedicating to the small ramblings I come up
with when I’m left alone/idle for too long. A VERY common occurrence here let
me tell you. I’ve begun to carry around a small notebook that I can write my
little philosophies in while I’m waiting for this, that, or the other to start.
It was a nice Saturday. Calm (aside from the wind), not hideously cold, and I
didn’t have to leave my khashaa. Tomorrow I’ll actually have to be productive.
I have groceries to buy, laundry to do, hair to wash and the ever present need
to sweep or otherwise clean my get. But
for now, I’ve been a good little PCV and updated my blog not once but twice and
now I’ll probably go waste time on pintrest. Because it’s my day off, damnit,
and I’ve earned it.