classiness

I’ve been here for a little over a month, and I’ve tripped twice so far. Hopefully that pattern won’t continue, or else my knees will be even more scarred than they already are from years of bike and roller-blade wipeouts (as well as several tripping-up-the-stairs incidents that happened when I was far too old to blame them on any sort of childish clumsiness). The first weekend I was in Ssembabule, I lost my footing on the sandy, gravelly road and took a good chunk out of my left knee. Yesterday I totally wiped out while walking up the hill in the rain, landing on my left shoulder and losing both of my sandals in the process. Apparently the muddy sandy gravel is made of thousands of tiny razor blades, because I am mildly scraped up all over my body, and my shoulder hurts. Every time I picture what I must have looked like, I laugh out loud (like right now).

Later in the day, a gecko fell from the ceiling onto my arm, and I leapt around and hollered in a very un-ladylike way until I flung it off of me. The poor thing scrambled away and hid under a pair of shoes. It was actually cute, but I was unprepared for it to appear out of nowhere and latch onto my body.

Last night, the power went out. I had finished a book I had brought, and there are only a handful of books at the house here, so I chose to read my first ever Danielle Steel novel, circa 1995 (“novel” is a loose term, as I think I could have written that book at age 13). Hence this picture of me reading Danielle Steel by headlamp… how could I ever miss the US when I’ve got this?!?
So basically, I’m staying classy and not awkward over here.