Clueless in Uganda

As of today, Bry'Chell and I have been in Uganda for two months. I feel like I know my way around and I have the basics down. I know where to get what I need to cook and prepare meals, and the house has most of the creature comforts that make a house a home. I know where to find things in the market. I know where the department office is. All in all things are pretty good.

Then of course, there are the times like last Thursday evening. I was staying with the Grail Sisters as I mentioned a few days ago. Sister Marie was going over the basics of the house. We had agreed that I wasn't eating my meals there--basically no breakfast, which works well for me. When I take my thyroid medication I can't eat right away anyhow, so I eat breakfast when I get home. She mentioned that I could have hot water. Seeing as how this followed the breakfast discussion, I figured she meant hot water for tea. It wasn't until I woke up Saturday morning (at home in my own bed) that it occurred to me that she meant hot water for the shower.

Friday morning I had a cold shower. Not my favorite, but not that big of a deal. Anji and Evelyn once laughed at me for whining about the lack of hot water at St. Felicitas one time. Neither of them considered hot water a given. My mantra this year is "be flexible" (Bry'Chell wouldn't agree, but that's another story.) I don't let little inconveniences get in the way of a generally wonderful experience.

Anyway, there was a bucket in the shower. I paid no attention to it. Not until I woke up Saturday morning did it occur to me that the bucket was for hot water. I'm amazed at just how clueless I can be. Oh well, those who know me will not be surprised. Clueless is my middle name (actually, Ann is, but Clueless would be a close second.)

Moments like this make me wonder what else I've missed. No doubt, lots.