My appointments were kind of a drama, my day got really long, and at home, I chased Ivan around the yard, until he had found a full storm drain of water and jumped in up to his knees, then found a piece of PVC pipe with which he sprinted into the back field and had to be tackled. It all ended in tears, and yes, that is how it usually goes, but for whatever reason, it all drained me today.
When I got back in the house and sat down briefly on the couch, it was as if I was cemented there. Ivan and I watched a wordless documentary called Baraka about religion, lifestyles and landscapes around the world. He was actually pretty interested in the footage from Calcutta. I, too, find the Calcutta footage fascinating as it is the only place in the world where Cholera is still really killing people. The Baraka footage from Calcutta shows an entire community bathing, drinking, bathing their dead, immersing their dead, and then allowing decomposed human ashes to spill into the SAME BODY OF WATER WITHIN FEET OF EACH OTHER. That is how you get Cholera, and that is why India is last on my list of dream vacation destinations.
Anyway, I have just been sitting on the couch decompressing all evening. I am a lump.
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