Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

My new job

Eldest son Adam asks, “We know Bill is busy, but what are YOU doing?”

I am observing and absorbing. This is tough work for someone who is used to the 8-5 structure – try it and you’ll see. What does it mean? I have time to walk through the market where the young woman with the tiny baby and I are becoming friends. We look for each other, and now the young men hanging out nearby are looking for me too.

I have time to walk up a dirt side-street, where I can stop and talk to the woman who sweeps out her tiny beauty salon in the morning. The man with the “BlackBoy” stand nods at me while he makes chapatti. I walk by the school where I can hear the kids in their pink gingham dresses (girls) and khaki shorts (boys) practicing English in unison: “The dog walks home with the boy.” I notice the white lace curtains in the doorways and wonder how the heck they keep them clean. I hang out at the Bench Corner Bar (just kidding, but the picture is fun).

Today I stopped for lunch at a place that could be in California -- big palms and shaded patio. As I left, I discovered it is right next to the Iranian embassy, good to know. The cafe watchman told me about a hair salon with a stylist from South Africa who only does mzungu hair. Also good to know.

Observing and absorbing. I am getting my writer’s eyes and ears back, that’s what I am doing.