The ceilings of the rooms are covered with some kind of tar paper to keep the filler between the wood--and whatever else--from falling onto chicken little's head. Except in the kitchen where the wood--sturdy tree branches spread between little tree trunks--and stuffing is exposed and dropping powder and shenzhen escort service lord knows what else onto the floor and whatever else may be in its way. Like the pot. I think I might have to buy something to cover over the ceiling in the cooking alcove.

The garden to that side is rampant, unattended. The dog, dirty and not-so- friendly lies in the dirt. In the centre of our courtyard is a concrete slab. Actually, two blocks next to each other. To one side is a spot of concrete, looking like something construction workers left behind. Construction workers often do this, leave shit behind. The steps to our houses are stone blocks, mine more than one. The little boy pees on this central concrete block. It's a very hot, muggy summer.

A dove just flew in and perched on the flat roof of the house to the west. This is the house my neighbor lives in. The broken-doored one is her storage shed. Perhaps I should get some bird seed and put it out; I wonder what other denizens of the air would descend upon the little courtyard? I'd hate to see bird shit all over our clothes, mine and the other family's (a mother and son). Actually, I'm thinking I might take a chair or little stool (called a bench here) and sit outside my house before the gathering darkness and read or just look around. I'd get to know my neighbor. I might very well learn some Chinese while here, though most of it will be Anyanghua, which I'm not interested in learning: it's useless outside of Anyang.

1026ypjshfr Over the summer, I did, though communicating was difficult. She was extremely tolerant, smiling and shaking her head when I was totally befuddled. I learned a little not to be so embarrassed at my language ignorance but, still, it frustrated me no end that I couldn't talk very much, not really hold a conversation beyond the surface of things: what I'm doing, where I'm going, how I feel. Although she understood my putonghua (Mandarin), she herself was a little shy on it, as many of the townies (and villagers) were, ensconced in Anyanghua. Children really don't learn putonghua until they are around 5-6 or so, during their last years of kindergarten. She would bring me food now and again that she cooked in the old broken-down building opposite, the same place she stored the bikes and such. I got on with her young son, too, often teasing him when he was in the big basin on the concrete centre of our courtyard getting his bath or in the evenings. He was, as would be expected of a 5-6 yr old, filled with energy and ran around shouting alot.

The East bedroom is the larger, including larger double bed. There are three cabinets, one a chiffarobe with a storage cabinet above; the aforementioned ancient charcoal stove with new pipe leading out one window, otherwise unusable; two arm chairs and the refrigerator. The wall around the head of the bed is protected by a cloth, most probably to keep the wall from spilling its surface and contents onto the bed, into the sleeper's mouth. The floor is brick, well-worn. Nice. A small window is high up in the east wall looking out over a concrete wall and a bricked up doorway (or windowway, I can't tell). But I can see sky and tree branches above the wall and the slight breeze is a minor aid to the stuffiness inside. The room is musty and mildewy smelling. Perhaps with the house open much of the day, this will dissipate.

Nevertheless, this is the room in which I keep my pot, plastic bag-lined for easier, less messy disposal. I hide it in the space between the old charcoal stove and the chiffarobe. Later, I began pushing it under the bed. There was a little bit more privacy in this room than the other with it's large window. I had another for a pissoir and shenzhen escort service surreptitiously emptied it down the drain outside where a piece of lumber lay covering an opening. Right at the foot of the outside sink. As I discovered, the water bill for this sink was mine. I rarely used it. She washed her clothes and her vegetables and dishes here.