It Won't Be Long, Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

On Friday my Husband returns to me here in Kathmandu. I am so incredibly excited and here's why:

Don't let the bottom picture fool you. This spider was NOT small. It was maybe a little smaller than a silver doller I tell you what. 

I'm down with house spiders. I am so down with them, but this thing is not a house spider. Don't let the fact that it's in a house fool you. It was hairy. It was grey. It was fast. I have never in my life killed this big of a spider because they terrify me. There is a point of growth that it's just too big to kill with a shoe or newspaper. This was about that point, but what was I supposed to do? My husband is far away and I am here all alone fending off boogers and spiders. It's seriously the third spider I've killed in the room I sleep in. This was the biggest, but the other two weren't small either.

This is a job for a husband. Not me. Not ever. Never.

Plus, if you can recall, I've been sick and I need my Man to make me feel better. I need him to hold me in his arms and just rub my head or back or something. Anything.

A view from our living-room window.

As you may or may not know, I've been staying with a wonderful woman in her apartment while Romel is gone. It's been fun getting to know her a bit, plus she's from Florida so we get along very well as Americans overseas.

I boil my water here.

Ladies with umbrellas in the hot sun. Seriously, their fear of getting darker is insane. Or perhaps it is like always being in the shade. I don't know. I've never walked around with an umbrella unless it's pouring rain.

My TACO SALAD I had today for lunch. It was so good. I'm so glad there's a legit Mexican restaurant within walking distance.

I went to the post office today and sent out some postcards. Sorry if you don't receive one. It's not like I have everyone's mailing address handy.  Just the ones I know by memory which is basically only my parent's house. I have yet to go to a post office in India. lols.

In other, more vain news, I dyed my hair darker. I said I'd never dye it again after my straightening fiasco, but I just can't do nothing for very long. I must change it. I MUST. 

As you can see, it's a little purplish which I like.

My Nose Cannot Possibly Go On

I don't know how these things even happen, but yesterday morning I felt super-fine and then by the evening I was curled up on a couch watching Adventure Time and blowing my nose every 5 minutes because there is no end to the boogers that are coming out. I had a headache and my whole neck and shoulders were aching. How does a cold (or could it be...sinuses?!) come on so quickly? I've been sitting here now today just accumulating a pile of used kleenex and trying to drink hot things and not move so much but no matter what position I sit or lay in I cannot get comfortable.

To top it all off my husband is not here to take care of me and hold me. Ugh. He will hopefully be here soon though, I'd say within the next 2 days. Our dear friends took care of the Mumbai stuff and our marriage license is now on its merry little way to Delhi. It should arrive today. I pray it arrives today.

I'd write more, but who wants to hear me ramble on about how much snot is coming out of my nose and how when I washed off my gel face pack earlier I wasn't sure if it was the slimy face pack I was rubbing off my face or my own snot that was coming out of my nose!

In other news, I dyed my hair. I like it best when it's dark I think.

Before. I know it's kind of a weird picture, but I was about to go outside. This is yesterday when I was feeling so fine.

After. It looks black, but it's like a burgundy. It's super cool. Here I am on the phone with my husband whom I miss incredibly and I am not feeling so good.

I was going to add another picture. A current one of what I look like at the moment I'm writing this, but I'll spare you the ugly.

The Never-Ending Story

My husband has left me.

If you read the last entry you'd know that my husband has gone back to India to "get 'er done". He is doing all the work for me to be able to apply for my Entry Visa to India. In hindsight, I suppose we could have somehow found out more information about all this, but I did not read anywhere that in order to apply for this visa outside of India you need all these dumb stamps on your marriage license. And, if you know me, you know I tediously research anything that has to do with visas, job applications, taxes, etc. Anything official and important, I research like a mofo.

My wonderful, sweet, handsome, manly husband went to the Ministry of External Affairs today and found out that we also need some sort of stamp from Mumbai on our marriage license before they can stamp it in Delhi.

What does that mean for my husband? Hopefully, one or a few of our friends back at our house will go to Mumbai for us and get this thing and courier the paper to him in Delhi who will then get the Delhi one done and come back to me, his wife, who is waiting for him ever so patiently to return. Otherwise, he will also have to go to Mumbai which was not anticipated.

I did not enjoy sleeping alone last night. On the floor. After killing a giant spider all by myself. Well, it wasn't so big. Just about the size of a quarter.

But in the midst of all this I have a way to calm down and just wait.

Regina Spektor. She has a new album out and my Soul-mate a.k.a. Best Friend in the whole world sent me an iTunes gift card and I immediately purchased Regina's new album and I must say it's amazing. She keeps growing as a musician and artist. Her songs I think were super unique and strange before she was signed and released her "Us" or "Fidelity" single. But slowly, her music is becoming more "Regina." It's going back and forward. Back to her strange sounds and unique words but forward to new stories and maturing, beautiful sounds. She is marvelous.

The first song off her new album, "Small Town Moon"

I walked to the grocery store today hoping to get some good stuff, but all I end up buying is candy, chocolate, and alcohol. But thank the good Lord I found "Strawbs" Nothing is better than strawberry shaped gummies.

 

I ate Meusli and dahi for lunch and then pigged out on those Strawbs, so we'll see if I'll be having dinner.