I’m really dead tired and don’t want to write.  But I didn’t write yesterday.  Yesterday we had rain for much of the day and night.  My whole body ached; all my joints hurt, my sinuses all felt full and I had a piercing headache.  By the way, I’ve been waging war against mold here.  I’m allergic to mold.

In the U.S. you have ‘central air conditioning’ which dehumidifies the air in your homes.  Here we’re in a humid, cool climate without so much as a fan, and we have mold under paint in ceiling and walls, under the kitchen counter, on my wood bed, wood closet, clothes in the closet, camera accessories, wood floor, leather and cloth camera straps, leather checkbook cover, leather wallet, passport, camera bag, suitcase, rolling duffel bag, leather luggage tags, etcetera.

If anyone has tips on eradicating mold, let me know.  I’m using linen-scent Lysol disinfectant spray now.

Yesterday I did chores and errands and ‘took care of business.’  I backed-up gigabytes of data and did miscellaneous things.  Today I went to the post office to mail post cards and a slim package, and I found in my mail box a book that JoAnn Porter had mailed on July 1.  That was quick service.  It may have arrived on July 8 or 9.  I didn’t go to my box the previous two days.  JoAnn wisely sent the hardcover book in a bubble wrap sheath in a Tyvek envelope.  And she even used white tape to seal and reinforce the white envelope!  Nice, as I carried the package in a light rain shower down Session Road’s sidewalk en route to the Taekwondo studio.  I went to see about enrolling Nick in classes.

This evening Nick, Pedring and I rode a jeepney into Baguio City so that I could inquire of Benguet Electrical Cooperative about connecting the shack Nick’s family resides in to the electrical system.  Then we went hunting for bicycle pedals, brake pads and tire inner-tube.  We ate dinner in a Jack’s kitchenette then went shopping for groceries for Nick’s family in Baguio City Public Market.

We bought big, sweet oranges, Fuji apples, apple mangos, rice, bread, ham, hot dogs, brown sugar …  The kids can take fruit to schools for their daily snack breaks.

We returned to Tuding via jeepney and I resumed carrying the heaviest bags with Nick and Pedring all the way down to the shack in Baguio Gold.  It’s dark, you see, and the boys are nervous about walking without an adult about 5/6 of a mile on dark Main Avenue and Baguio Gold Road. 

What’s surprising is that we didn’t have rain this evening.  I had thought that we would have rain every night.  I guess that we got our share yesterday and today in the daylight hours.  So it was nice to be able to walk down mostly-dry dirt road and dry cement road, albeit in darkness without a flashlight.  †