Rach's Ramblings

Thoughts from another world

Five consider dying their hair

So, in Australia, being blonde is normal.  In fact, I’ve always thought that blondes have more fun.  Just like red cars go faster.  I enjoy being a blonde (I’m probably more mousy brown now in my old age) and I know Andy and my brother Nathan  would have been pressed to know what to do without the joy of hours of blonde jokes at my expense.

So, in India, being blonde is VERY abnormal.  As a family of mainly blondes, we stand out like 5 cows in a mob of sheep.  I’m ok with this.  I don’t mind a bit of attention, but it’s a different story for Samuel.  As our dear little introvert, he is absolutely hating the excessive attention. After one particular evening of staring, giggling and cheek pinching, he declared that he is going to dye his hair brown so he doesn’t get stared at.  When he and I were walking into the dining room for dinner the other night, I turned to find that he had his hood pulled up over his head and was slinking along behind me, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed.  One girl yelled out, “Hey Levi” and I heard Samuel mutter, “yeah my disguise worked.”  It was still attention but at least he felt it wasn’t directed at him :’-)

People always want photos with us. We normally say no but this time it was us taking the photo.

We were in the bazzaar a while back and it was like we were film stars.  People followed us asking for photos of the boys, ladies came and pinched Levi and Samuel’s cheeks and giggling children followed in our wake.  Samuel was once again hating it, until he realised that with blonde cuteness comes added perks.  He was being given handfuls of lollies! Levi was too, although by then he had been hoisted onto Andy’s shoulders to avoid the touching.  So, suddenly attention was not all bad.  So, where does Josh fit in all this?  Well, he is neither blonde nor cute (more handsome in an 8yr old sort of way), so he doesn’t get any attention and consequently no lollies.  Well, you can’t win them all.

There are two main attention givers.  Firstly, Indian ladies and children, who giggle and point as we walk home from school.  At first I was trying to figure out if I had a hole in my pants or was showing too much ankle.  Now I know it is just part of life lived in a fish bowl.

The other main attention givers are the Korean and Indian female students at Woodstock.  We live just near the dorms and a couple of times a week we eat in the boarder’s  dining room.  The girls  are so friendly and just LOVE blonde children so we always get girly screams and “Oh you are so cute” as we walk by or go to eat.

I’m working out how I can use this attention to my best advantage.  I’m thinking babysitters, walking up the hill buddies for the boys and whatever else I can come up with.  In the mean time, I’m sure our novelty will wear off and if it doesn’t, well we could always dye our hair.  Mmm, maybe red???


Five slowly figure things out!

To laugh or cry? That is the question.

Day 1: Setting up washing machine. A man was supposed to come to do it but due to communication difficulties ie. He doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak Hindi, he doesn’t turn up so Andy sets to work.  Does a smashing job- lugging if up the stairs into the bathroom and connecting it.  Hose wasn’t connecting properly to the tap so water poured all over the floor.  Clean it up.  Set the machine going.

Andy goes down to get a drink only to hear yells from Samuel who can’t get to the toilet as the washing machine is in the way.  Too late – and as he has “loose bowels” it was a sight to behold.  Clean up the floor.

I go downstairs only to find that in Andy’s haste to get upstairs for Samuel, he had left the filter going and it had poured water all over the floor in the kitchen.  Clean up the kitchen.  While doing that, I hear a clunk from upstairs and rush up, to find that the hose that empties the washing machine had flicked out of the shower recess and was emptying the contents of the machine on the floor.  Clean it up.

Day 2: Turn on the washing machine again. Collect a stool sample from Samuel (a story in itself!). On my way downstairs, whack my head on the low ceiling and collapse.  Manage to save the stool sample, but drop my phone.  The screen cracks. After recovering, go downstairs and realise that somehow turning the washing machine on upstairs had flicked the water filter on downstairs (go figure) and it had poured out all over the floor. Clean it up.

Day 3: The dryer goes round and round but doesn’t dry the clothes.  Andy puts his hand in to check and gets a mild electric shock.  Call the dryer man.  He doesn’t speak English. Get a translater in and 2 days later I’m still waiting. I now have lots of clean washing but it is all wet and going mouldy. Andy gets the runs.  Samuel still has the runs.  Levi gets the runs. I get the runs. We spend all day running to the toilet with our runs! Gastrolyte the drink of choice for the family.  First day of school tomorrow….

To laugh or cry?  Bit of both.  Probably more crying than laughing at the moment but once I’m feeling better I’m sure the laughter will kick in. In survival mode at the moment.  The honeymoon definitely finished after week one and now reality has set in.  Praise God that He is here with me in the midst of it and will walk with me into better days.