Friday, January 27, 2012

Day OneHundred-Sixteen


Introducing Ms. Nur -
I've saved the best for last.  (We have one more security guard but he is on holiday until next week.)  Ms. Nur is the reason we survive in Indonesia.  She is the most hardworking and caring lady I know.  She does ALL the cooking (and I mean all - I've cooked maybe 10 times over the past year and a half), and I'm convinced she is the best cook in the expat community.  She also does all the cleaning, laundry, and care taking of the girls when I am out.  She lives with us Monday - Saturday (leaving at noon) and has never missed a day.  She spends more time with Lily as she is home at noon and I am often running around and handles her with ease and with the love of a grandmother, doing anything for her...sometimes too much!  She has coffee ready every morning, fresh squeezed juice, lunches made, backpacks packed and doesn't ever miss a beat.  It took 2 days for her to see how Jim and I made our coffee and has it prepared just right ever since.  She has a daughter in college that she saves the little she makes to pay for her education in Economics.  The best part is see her off when she leaves on Saturday afternoon.  She transforms into styled hair, makeup and dress and is off to take her day and half off with her family back in her kampung.  I will one day truly miss this lady.  We have the life we do in Jakarta, mainly, because of this woman.

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