March 29. 2014

Things have been pretty quiet.  I continue to admire my birds.  The mynas are always fighting with each other and the babblers over the papaya.  The babblers are digging for seeds and worms.  It has been very hot and dry, so today we put out an old curd pot with water in it.  It didn't even take a minute for the birds to start coming to it.  One even had a bath which I didn't think it would be big enough for.  Here are some pics.  I don't know how well you will be able to see it, but here goes.

A babbler

A myna

We got the first mango off the tree.  Usually they do not grow big enough or the bats get them.

Veenitha holding her mango.  I don't like them, so they are all hers.

So I had the weirdest experience the other day.  When I lived here before, I lived with a family on the second floor of their house.  We were an all female household with the exception of the father.  Since coming back, I have seen the mother, one of the daughters who lives in Dubai and the eldest daughter, Yvonne who has become a good friend.  I have spoken to the father on the phone, but I have not seen him.

I had made arrangements to spend Christmas with them in Colombo which did not come off as the mother was sick.  But just before Christmas, the father called me and started saying things like he was really sorry that we had not met yet, that the whole family was going off somewhere and the house would be empty for a couple of days and did I want come down to see him.  I thought that this was a little weird but I just declined politely.  After that he called me a couple of times saying that he was going to come up to Kandy to see me but not to say anything to his wife.  I started feeling really queer at that suggestion.

Then on Valentine's Day, he calls up wishing happy Valentine's to "his Valentine".  Again, I thought this was a bit weird, but then I got a few calls that day including one from his daughter wishing me Happy Valentine's Day.

But here comes the kicker.  He calls me up a couple of days ago saying that he had a very romantic dream about me and that he hopes that soon the dream would come true.  That tore it.  I told him in no uncertain terms that there was no romantic connection between he and I.  He said that then his dream would go unrealized which I said was true.  Then he asked if this meant that I didn't want to meet him to which I responded that I was happy to meet him as a friend but nothing more.

He must be deranged.  I haven't clapped eyes on him since 1990.  I talked it over with Jayanthi and she says that there are some Sri Lankan men who think that just because you are a foreigner they can take all kinds of liberties.  Now it makes me wonder what he was thinking about when I lived with them.  Thank god I didn't know anything then, or I would have moved out immediately.  Let's hope he got the message and will not contact me again.  If he didn't, he really is mad.