All right, let’s get real here. I have been happier. Life is wonderful, but it’s tough. We now have running water which is great, but I don´t want you getting any grand ideas about what this means. Sure I love it and life is a little easier, but its not like POOF all my problems are solved. Now instead of spending two hours doing laundry, by hand, I spend an hour and a half. Bathing now takes half an hour as a opposed to 45 minutes. The running water is fantastic and has had a huge impact on the lives of the women here, but for me- not so much. I do now use a separate bucket for bathing. I used to wash my clothes, my dishes, and bathe, all out of the same bucket. Hey, no Judging. It’s how we roll.
Nothing has changed with the roosters. I still can’t stand em. I got so fed up with one in particular I went across the street and bought a slingshot. Believe me, this is not something I normally would do, I was just having a bad day. My little brother Gustavo’s attention was immediately sparked when he saw me returning with a slingshot in hand and look of determination on my face. So i put him to work showing me where to find some good ammo. He led me to the back of the neighbors yard where we found these little coco nuts that fall from the palm trees. I’m all set, I have my slingshot and a pocket full of nuts, so i go out on the prowl. It isn´t long before I spot my antagonist over by the garden. I take aim and shoot off about 7 unsuccessful shots before he realizes whats up and runs away. I chase him down only to miss again and again. He’s out of range by this point and I’m so frustrated that I retreat to my house unsatisfied. Just before I go inside my house to eat my consolatory reeses peanut butter cup, that I had been saving for a special occasion, my neighbor’s rooster starts to crow about 10 yards away. Bad timing buddy. Without thinking I quickly take aim and fire off a rocket of a shot. I nail him, and i mean nail him. I hit him so hard he’s propelled off the ground a good foot before keeling over with his feet in the air. My heart is racing, I’m ecstatic and terrified at the same time. I’m amazed by the unbelievable shot that i just pulled off, it was like hitting a home-run in T-ball. But I´m so worried that I might have just killed my Tia’s rooster. Her only rooster. How was I going to explain this one. I inch closer to the rooster praying that he’s not dead. He’s just laying there with his eyes wide open, but there are signs of life, i see breathing. After what felt like forever, but was probably only about a minute or two, he got up and kind of hobbled and then fell over again. Then miraculously he waddled away. Thank God. Nothing wounded but his pride. It’s about time someone took him down a peg or two.