onion tartlet.

27 Apr
well chickens, there are times in your life when you feel like this:

feeling ready to party.

 and then, unfortunately for all, there are these times:

feeling (and looking) not so awesome.

sidenote: if you read the comments to this blog, you know that bra-head al is a little infamous around the team goodtimes family. in addition to being a stellar .jpg, bra-head al is a computer print-out popsicle-stick puppet that lives with hannah in florida. it usually makes an appearance in conjunction with one or 40 bottles of tequilla. ugh, sadly that’s not even my bra – just so you have the full effect.

anyway…

so weirdly enough today was a little of column a and a little of column b: feeling both like party dress al and like bra-on-head al. the good goes first.

starting early this morning i spent all day in the field experiencing microfinance in action for the first time ever.  what this meant is that i went to observe field officers collecting repayment from the clients at their homes or businesses well as visiting the microfinance institution’s branches.

at the risk of overdoing it (“the hills are alive with the sound of music…”), there really is no way to make anyone understand how amazing today was. and frankly i’m too lazy to try and you’re likely too lazy to read it, so let’s just call it mostly even for now.

ugh, on second thought since i can literally see my dad’s head exploding at my lack of detail, let me at least say the following. today i truly saw the depth of life here – the colors, smells and noises that define the people.  they were curious, warm, smart and really funny – which was wonderfully endearing.

today made my choice to come here seem that much more validated and i hope this is only the beginning.

but then…shit got sour.  “it’s like there’s rock bottom, then 50 feet of crap, and then me.” – well said, rachel greene. (although i’m maybe not at the below crap level quite yet…)

i’ve been feeling kind of funky the last 48 hours – and no, not jesus funky – as a weirdness creeped up on me. (and a further no, i’m not talking about juan carlo, although i should be because that bastard is one creepy creeper.) i’m talking about a round of homesickness.

this affliction many a traveller faces materialized today when mr. s called to say that because of the elections in west bengal tomorrow, i won’t be able to get my gas connection (read: cooking fuel) until thursday.  added onto this is the fact that both my bathrooms (read: toilets) are now not working – so i have no way to do my duties. doodies. doodles.

the alternative.

at home, people would care if i didn’t have access to a toilet 24/7 – here, not so much.

in the words of phoebe, perhaps this is : “part of, you know, the whole them-not-liking-you extravaganza!” really, is it possible they’ve figured me out already?

so i’m not sure where all this leaves things for today: feeling good or…not.

regardless, i do know this: my tv still works and i have 2 hours of syndicated “friends” episodes to look forward to each day before work. their lovable hijinks are always there to help me sort out all these complicated emotions.

and thank goodness, because seriously how else would i deal?

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14 Responses to “onion tartlet.”

  1. Jessica Hynes April 27, 2011 at 12:49 am #

    Is there a local park? Could you find a secluded spot and dig a hole?
    When I was in Goa you pooed in a hole in the ground in a hut with a jug of water to wipe..now THATS what I call ecologically sound! Think of all the fishes you are saving by crapping in a hole and not using toilet paper, surely the world is worth hands that smell faintly of faeces? :-)

    • Allison April 27, 2011 at 2:01 am #

      im grateful im not at the hole level yet. although my guess is that its unavoidable in the near future…at least i know im not alone.

  2. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) April 27, 2011 at 1:23 am #

    Sorry you are homesick. This too shall pass…like a BM. Good to see you are having some fun. Can you remember how many drinks you had before you wrote this post?

    • Allison April 27, 2011 at 2:00 am #

      i wish i was drunk. these are my actual sober thoughts. its so late here that i had to spend 2 hours editing all the formatting and spelling errors. i.e. no more after midnight posting for me. xo

  3. Barnet April 27, 2011 at 2:52 am #

    If you decide to go up a mountain for a bit of privacy best take care….

  4. Care April 27, 2011 at 3:44 am #

    This post made me very happy, and very sad. Although your friends may not be there with you, you always have your “friends” to keep you company (I shotty being pheebes, because really.. who wouldn’t want a pheebes in their life?)

    Toilets are overrated anyways. Try and look at the bright side of things and know that one day soon, that toilet will be flushing all of your worries away!

    Muchos love

    • Allison April 27, 2011 at 8:23 am #

      the power of positive thinking: the toilet fixer guy showed up this morning to fix it!

  5. Jan Michelin April 27, 2011 at 7:18 am #

    Hi Allie; I am loving following you on your Blog. Love your dress!!! You might have to shop for a pottie. Big Hug from me.

  6. Hannah April 27, 2011 at 6:30 pm #

    Was that my bra? It looks like it is. Heavens knows your boobies aren’t microscopic like mine are. Although we all must remember that I’ve been upgraded twice now… to a C. It is wonderous.

    Wait. This post wasn’t all about me? Damn.

    The fact that you get Friends every morning for two hours is something I’m jealous of although I’ve told you enough times that you should start watching their music video channel – you can get friends at home, you can’t get that shit.

    And on the topic of shit. Living without water isn’t that bad, you just have to make sure you have enough buckets to make the toilet flush. Use as little paper as possible and pour a bucket of water every #2.

    And remember that it is okay to get homesick. It means that you know there are people who love and care for you. It means that you realize how much you are loved and cared for. Now take all this love and good juju and kick microfinance’s ass!

  7. Brenna April 27, 2011 at 7:38 pm #

    This bout of homesickness is sure to fade… hang in there and love the well deserved day off. Miss ya!

  8. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) April 28, 2011 at 5:09 am #

    Always remember to pee downhill.

  9. Chu April 28, 2011 at 1:48 pm #

    I just wanted to share this with you after I read your post. You’re a great person doing great things Allison!

    • Al April 28, 2011 at 11:18 pm #

      thanks chu! you’re always so supportive!

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