|Silly class selfie: "guess the fruit" game|
The rain drums in through the gaps in the roof tiles in the afternoon. The back wing of the house ("dirty kitchen", laundry room / bath, and 2 back bedrooms) flood with inches of water. W grabs the huge shower-floor squeegee and pulls water toward the laundry-room drain and out the back door. The helper mops, wrings the cloths and rugs, and tries to avoid the downpour coming through the ceiling. She calls her husband, who is at the landlord's house. Dr A has not responded to any of our calls, texts, or other communications. It crosses my mind that we should just let the back flood - ignore it as he does and let it fall down if he chooses. We cannot use that wing except for laundry and storing a fridge. W tucks the landlord's new (still plastic-wrapped) mattresses out of the falling rain inside the house.
I squish flying termites entering from the parts of the house not yet cleared. What's the use of doing part of a structure? The insects are definitely on the move toward the new fresh wood that's replaced the rotted parts. An owner's stubborn denial won't save this house.
|Without intervention, we have all 3 in the kitchen...|
I cover the mixing bowl to stir up chocolate chip cookies. A mixer is definitely one of the things we need. By hand, the butter and sugar get stirred rather than beaten together. Our dear friend Kathleen C sent pecans and chocolate chips with Pres. Castleberry on his recent trip from Northwest University. I take them out of the freezer, beat up butter and eggs, and stir in flour and soda. We have neither brown sugar nor molasses, so white sugar makes the cookies are crisper than usual. But the flavor is amazing. A taste of home.
|LR after - starting to shape up|
The food is good but the service is slow tonight. The servers mix up the orders and stand chatting together. M and D explain in Bahasa what we want: usually it takes W and me a while to communicate with our limited language skills; they are direct and efficient.
Back home, we enjoy cookies before heading back out at 9pm. Mario drives around Bandung in minimal night traffic, exclaiming at the development of business and housing. Bandung has grown from a clump of village-style neighborhoods and factory outlets to a big city: about 6-10 million people call it home. It still feels small to Jakarta natives (25-28 million).
The Hummingbird Eatery is closing as we drive up. The pictures on the walls look familiar. Didn't we come here with Daniela's mom and dad? To our surprise, the same people who own Miss Bee's run Hummingbird. We head for home and lock the gate after 11.
The rain holds off during the night and we sleep well. W and I wake early. He turns on the oven at 5 when he wakes; I punch down the bread dough at 5:30 and it's baking by 6:30.
We have a 7:30am breakfast at Miss Bee's with a young couple. It's our first time meeting the wife. What a sweetheart! They say they'd love to come to our place for a Christmas open house. (We don't have a date for that yet but will get back to them.) Knowing food awaits at home, I order a smoothie but no breakfast.
|Back to comfort: accompanist (Korean flute)|
We finish dishes and pack. Then W drives 50 minutes across Bandung for a farewell lunch with fellow language students. One of the Korean families is moving to teach in East Java. I make a beeline for the piano in the LR and run my hands over the keys. It's reasonably in tune. Our peers ask for a song so I play "Great is Thy Faithfulness" before we enjoy lunch. Argh. I forget to take pictures of the fish, chicken, and beef dishes among the rice and vegetables.
|Typical Ocarina, a traditional Korean flute|
W and I get lost in the neighborhood, trying to get to the toll road to Jakarta. Good thing. I've left my cellphone at the party. We turn around and retrieve it. Traffic is not good and not bad. It's 7pm by the time we reach IKEA to return a few things that were broken or didn't fit.
|Waiting: a sweet and savory lunch|
We're in the door at the flat by 10 and ready to sleep. We're looking forward to a second weekend of anniversary celebrations at IES Jakarta.
That's all. I have to get ready to leave in a few minutes for the weekend's appointments. Have a great time, everyone. Sending love and prayers - with a grateful heart.