A man looked at me funny yesterday

DATELINE: August 9 2013
Patricia E Lyon

He had a curious smile on his face. I smiled back. I was eating my chicken with rice soup, watermelon, dragon fruit and fried rice for breakfast. It took me a while but then I realized he was looking at the large flower I had pinned on to my shirt for the next class. It was made of three shades of bronze scraps from monk robes.

I just saw the same man again. In one hand he balanced a plate of fried egg, fried rice, banana and pineapple. In the other hand he held his quasi IPad with the screen showing his skyped colleague. They were both talking loudly. I tried not to listen or look. They were speaking in one of the many Asian languages I do not know.

Deanna is still missing class today although now she can use phone and Notebook if you contact her at deanna@buildingcambodia.org. She and Mony have cough, no voice and general not good. Last night we “googled” the drugs Mony gets her at the pharmacy for six dollars. At least you can google them. Hmmmmmm