I caught another mouse this morning, or rather the lovely live trap did. I don't know what would be worse, dealing with a dead mouse or this live one. It'll have to wait until tonight as I have no plans to take it out during daylight hours.
We are preparing for remnants of the storm that's hitting Thailand at the moment but so far nothing has happened. We did have a gentle shower but I have a feeling we are going to be saved from any bad weather.
This morning the European Union declared it was going to cease funding to Myanmar because of the government's attitude towards various issues. The EU is the largest donor to the country so it'll have a huge impact. The same is happening here in Cambodia; the EU has said it will cut funding to the country unless the Prime Minister does something about the human rights record of his government. He's not likely to do that, so the main group of people to suffer, as usual, will be the poor and especially the young ladies in the garments' industry. The Prime Minister says he won't be affected as he's got plenty of money so he's not troubled by the threats. It reminds me of Trump today saying that landlords will be nice to their tenants because they are unpaid government workers. Someone who knows Trump said he's a landlord who would definitely not be nice if his tenants couldn't pay their rents.
I learned today that the big bosses around the world have already earned this year (and it's only the 4th of January) what an ordinary worker will take all year to earn. I can't help wondering why this is allowed to happen; is it the shareholders fault?
I borrowed a book online from my Alberta library. It's just an ordinary murder mystery kind of book so I wasn't expecting anything profound, but it's amazing what one learns from novels. This time I've learned all about my death, ancient Egyptian style. There's this god called Anubis who is the man responsible for coffins and for weighing the hearts of the dead. He takes us to the "Hall of Truth" where we are attended by lovely goddesses who most likely give us cups of tea while we wait for the god Orisis and Thoth his scribe. We are taken to a place where there's a set of golden scales - the "justice" type of scales with two balancing plates. What bothered me was that there were 42 judges so I didn't think I'd stand a chance. The heart of my soul is put on one plate on the scales and a feather of truth put on the other place. At that point I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. If I passed muster I then go to the Bliss of the Field of Reeds where a boat will pick me up and we set off to paradise. If my heart is too heavy for the feather then my poor heart is thrown on the floor and it's gobbled up by Amenti who seems to be a cross between a crocodile, leopard and rhino. He's known as The Gobbler and I guess that's what he does. It's nice to know there's no hell but there's no existence either as I've been gobbled up. Maybe I should stick to one of the more modern ideas out there.
I went shopping for vegetables in the afternoon. This time I went to the local market rather than to the big supermarket. The next time I go I'm going to have a go at buying some of the fish although I'd want it to be deceased before I take it home. In the market the fish are jumping all over the place. Some of them are mud fish and can survive out of water; some escape and it's fun watching the ladies trying to catch them and bring them back.
I took the mouse outside and rattled the cage quite a bit to get rid of it. The mice never realise that I'm trying to let them go and they hang onto the wires for grim death. It's depressing because, as soon as I get back upstairs, I prepare a trap for the next victim.
Bea paid a visit and we had an early dinner together. She enjoys Indian food so off we went to my local Pakistani Taj Mahal. She's done quite a bit of winter volunteering at the children's home near Battambang. Tomorrow I will hopefully meet Luc who is another volunteer - he's from Quebec while Bea is from Alberta. It's nice to have a Canadian chat every so often.
I typed some of my Nigerian diary today and it's mind boggling what I experienced. On this particular day our bus driver didn't stop on the exact spot outside our school. The military ordered him out of the vehicle and he had to bunny hop down the road with his hands over his ears. When he was told to turn around to return to the vehicle he was told to do it crawling on his stomach. Wouldn't Canadian roads be more entertaining if the police would make speeding drivers and other wrong-doers do similar things.
