Monday, September 05, 2005
Not all sex is sweetness and roses.
It is Monday, the start of the second week after school “re-opened,” when we were asked to teach even if we had very few students. We still have very few students. So most of the teachers didn’t teach. I gathered the students from all five of my classes into one, and so had a class of about 15 and proceeded to have the best teaching experience I’ve had here in Tanzania. The students participated and responded, and were alert and involved throughout the whole period. Really left me feeling good.
After that I walked home, surprised to hear some thunder growling in the distance. It has been months since we last had a drop of rain, and everything is brown and scorched. When I got home, I saw that Hodie was outside. I’d been keeping her in as she is in heat again. I wasn’t sure if dogs still went in heat after they were spayed, but they sure do. But my housekeeper had let himself in while I was gone, and obviously Hodie got free. A few minutes later I saw her in the field nearby, locked in place with one of her several boyfriends who have been patrolling the area lately, looking for her. Hodie looked as though it wasn’t fun anymore and could she please go now. I got my camera to take some incriminating pictures of them. Just then it began to rain. Not a little shower, a torrential, tropical, this rain ends the dry season kind of rain. And there they were, the lovebirds, getting drenched, shivering, and unable to even go anyplace sheltered. Ah, the trials of casual sexuality gone wrong.
Hodie is now back inside, slowly drying out, looking very contrite. And I am wondering where in the world I left my umbrella. I hadn’t even thought about my umbrella for months, and now it is nowhere to be seen.
It is Monday, the start of the second week after school “re-opened,” when we were asked to teach even if we had very few students. We still have very few students. So most of the teachers didn’t teach. I gathered the students from all five of my classes into one, and so had a class of about 15 and proceeded to have the best teaching experience I’ve had here in Tanzania. The students participated and responded, and were alert and involved throughout the whole period. Really left me feeling good.
After that I walked home, surprised to hear some thunder growling in the distance. It has been months since we last had a drop of rain, and everything is brown and scorched. When I got home, I saw that Hodie was outside. I’d been keeping her in as she is in heat again. I wasn’t sure if dogs still went in heat after they were spayed, but they sure do. But my housekeeper had let himself in while I was gone, and obviously Hodie got free. A few minutes later I saw her in the field nearby, locked in place with one of her several boyfriends who have been patrolling the area lately, looking for her. Hodie looked as though it wasn’t fun anymore and could she please go now. I got my camera to take some incriminating pictures of them. Just then it began to rain. Not a little shower, a torrential, tropical, this rain ends the dry season kind of rain. And there they were, the lovebirds, getting drenched, shivering, and unable to even go anyplace sheltered. Ah, the trials of casual sexuality gone wrong.
Hodie is now back inside, slowly drying out, looking very contrite. And I am wondering where in the world I left my umbrella. I hadn’t even thought about my umbrella for months, and now it is nowhere to be seen.
