Language

Mero naam Toni ho!  It took me an hour to master this sentence.  It means, "My name is Toni" in Nepali.  I think it was an hour well spent because when I practiced the sentence with our staff they seemed absolutely thrilled.

I'm taking Nepali courses three days a week.  I will not be the star pupil.  I'm missing that gene that allows people to learn languages with ease.  By older brother has this gene and I'm beginning to realize my parents gave all the good genes to my siblings.  Every other member of the class is nearing sixty and the teacher patiently waits, slightly annoyed while we laugh at our ineptitude.  All of us agree.  We will not master Nepali in this short time but we wanted to try.  Nepalis are a people who value inclusion.  They appreciate our efforts to belong.

Today we have a crystal clear view of the snow capped Himalayas.  Before moving here I looked forward to seeing the mountains daily but quickly learned smog or cloud cover frequently obstruct your view.  Instead Jess and I keep watch and when we see the Himalayas we race to the roof for a better look.

JAC and I spent the morning listening to Indie Rock videos on YouTube.  I read last week the Indie scene is now the music of the middle aged.  It seems fitting that as I near middle age I am just discovering the genre.

My son never stops moving.  In one hour today he demonstrated a long list of prepositions.  He was on top of the bed.  He was in the bed.  He was under the bed.  He jumped on the bed.  He followed this by running around in circles and shooting his stick gun.  The wooden stick stained with dirt is constantly in his hands as he makes shooting noises chasing any onlookers. 

When the Didi (house cleaner/ kid watcher extraordinaire) arrived I gladly handed off and enjoyed a nice long lukewarm shower.  It is growing colder here and though our solar panels are working at capacity I will not enjoy a hot shower until summer.