July 1, 2011
Anura, Bipin, Gorima, Nirmala and Krishala sang Happy Birthday to me. I had brought everyone presents—blue and white ribbons for the big girls, who have long hair, purple barrets for the younger two, and a ping-pong paddle set for Bipin. We walked to school the way we always do. We pass the pile of bricks growing steadily smaller next to the house being built, cross the busy intersection, and then go down the road to school, where there live two roosters, an uncertain number of hens and chicks, and a homeless red puppy with a wound on his neck. I want to rescue the puppy every day.
Shova was upset that no one had come to breakfast today. She had, after all, gotten up early to cook it. Even though I had already eaten at the orphanage, I sat down and ate to please her. I had 3 helpings because it was sooo good: large flat white beans and potatoes in a curry of onion, garlic, ginger, and masala. I want to cook with her and take lots of notes.
Brendan is still sick and I am worrying about him. I love fussing over him and mock-threatening to punish him if he doesn’t drink up all his water and take his medicine.
I love love love love love love having him here with me.
I am very happy today.
Just back from teaching. Very touched. Darina has been coaching the women to sing happy birthday to me all week long. They serenaded me right after the Nepali anthem. Total surprise! They also brought me flowers and a lovely (well, hideous) plaque that says “Sweet Love/ Best Wishes”.