Day 48

Marianna finally confronted the people who own “Batman” (who we found out is really named Nacho). She walked down to their house and gave them a letter saying we just want him to come play, we can’t stand to hear him cry all locked up, can he come play and we’ll send him home when you call. The people were really nice, they don’t want to sell him, but they let him come over right away, he even still had his leash on : ) also Pignic got a harness Marianna made out of an old horse bridle and now she gets to grunt around and not be stuck in her cage all day. She still screams and squeals if you pick her up, and she doesn’t like to be petted too much, but I hope we can domesticate her. For work I showed John a bit of how to make breakfast and how to clean rooms. So I think John came here after kind of a mid-life mental breakdown sort of thing, I’m still not sure. Anyway, since he’s been here he’s trying to turn a new leaf and always being really open and talking about some difficult things like his fear of abandonment, daddy issues, how he partied to much as a teenager, twenty-something, just lots of stuff. Jeremiah gets kind of wierded out, and it is odd, but I like to listen and try to figure people out nonetheless. Even though he is twice my age and has had a completely different life I tell him what I think, and give him my limited advice and some encouragement. Today while cleaning rooms we were talking about some stuff, like how he needs to relax blah blah and he says “You’ve helped me so much, this has been some of the best few weeks I’ve had in a while, you should be a therapist, really.” something like that. I found it a big compliment because he majored and got a degree in psychology at Ithica in New York and worked with special needs high school students for like eight years, so he knows all about it. I don’t know, though if I really helped or if he just hit a breaking point, a realization, and all he needed was someone to actually listen and say, yeah, you’re right, you are messed up and needing to work on yourself if you ever want to settle down and have kids. Anyway I’ve always been interested in psychology and art therapy and stuff and this made me realize how much I really do like those fields again and definitely can see it as something I would want to do with my life. Okay so, then I finally finished painting Marianna’s front doors, I am quite proud. Then I put away dishes and that was it, the days just seem to be flying right on by. Sabina left today, we gave her a really nice card and going away present. There were a lot of hugs and she said if we’re ever in Germany we can come stay with her. Its been raining off and on today, I wish it would just pour like crazy for once! WARNING WARNING WARNING: This is a gross story, read at your own risk! So yesterday we had that Chinese food and Jeremiah and me felt a little queasy last night and ended up having simultaneous diarrhea. I have been having crampy ouchy tummy and diarrhea all morning. It was afternoon and I felt gross still, but not to bad. I had just lain down and started typing this when I let out a medium sized fart. The warmth of the fart didn’t leave quickly like air should though, it was lingering and then moving slowly . . . I just crapped my pants. Jeremiah was in the bathroom and I was screaming, “Ahhhh! I pooped my pants!” “It’s dripping down my leg!” he jumps out and I carefully take off my pants and underwear and throw them in the shower along with myself. It was gross and terrible and I want you all to learn: if you ever have diarhhea and feel like farting later, do so over a toilet, because you never know . . . I know I should have learned this lesson by now, but since apparently not, maybe I should just be the youngest person I know wearing diapers.