Usually the only times Cholpon or Nurkalyi or anyone else ventures to the end of the hallway where my room is, it’s to call me for food.
I was reading in bed (big shock, right?) yesterday, when Cholpon stuck her head in my room. I was already hopping off the bed and answering that I was coming when I realized she was saying something about “help” and “big.” I followed her to the front door I imagined that maybe she needed something reached up high – I am the guy for those kinds of problems after all. My theory was thrown out when I found a big 3’x3′ or so box on the front stoop.
“Help me bring this in the bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah ok. What is it.”
“A washing machine.”
I never quite expected that there were be a moment in my life that I would feel so much joy and excitement to have access to a washing machine, but damn if I didn’t just then. Not only do we have running water to a sink and a toilet (no shower though) in the house, but a washing machine is an almost unheard of luxury in a small village like mine. I would be surprised if more than a half dozen of the 700-800 households in Kara Suu have one.
I don’t really complain about washing clothes by hand, because that’s just the way of life here, but let’s just say it’s not my favorite. It takes a really long time, I’m not good at it, and clean clothes don’t tend to stay that way for long.
Cholpon, Asel, and I struggled to get the really rather heavy machine into place in the bathroom and then hooked up.
Yesterday I got to throw a load in. It was awesome.