Excellent question! A picture being worth 1,000 words, here is a glimpse of my more photogenic projects:
Julia took this when I was showing several of the Kids how easy it is to remove a door that I reinstalled years ago using screws that were actually screwed in instead of hammering them as is the custom here. Doors swell in the wet season and get stuck on the floors. Four of us took the door off (using our Dewalt 20V driver-thank you again Renee Pie and Stanley Black and Decker) sawed off 1/8th of an inch using our Dewalt jig saw, and reinstalled the door in less than 1/2 hour.
Replacing broken things like…
This ceiling mounted light socket…
and this broken toilet seat:
I also do, and teach, PM: Preventative Maintenance, to anyone who will listen. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure… and a washing machine…
These are the water filters, hot and cold, from the back of the machine. Now they are being checked and cleaned weekly.
This is the lint filter from inside the drum. These two shots were taken the first time I touched the machine. 
Now, everyone authorized to use the machine knows how, and must clean the filter at least once each use. Often we clean it mid-wash while the tub is refilling.
Shopping for “stuff” is high on my list. Below you see the largest screw eye in Surkhet. That won’t cut it so Uncles Jim and Jeff are bringing bigger ones from the USA next week.
Speaking of high… We need to get up high at both the New Land and the Home and current School. I have searched for ladders on all five visits over all five years and only scored one stepladder in Nepalgunj several years ago. Maggie and Tope brought home a telescoping one from KTM the same year. They are both still working but need reinforcements, so shopping we went:
Meet Sample #1, which resulted in a “pledge” to have 11 ladders at the shop on Sunday for us to pick from. Sunday came, we went…”landslide”…”still coming”…”we will call you…”
…Still waiting…!
Big Ideas, Big Projects:
I know you are thinking, this isn’t much, what does this guy go all the way over there for?
Dry up the washing machine deck: When they installed the new one, they covered the immediate area with sheet metal. But that was before monsoon season set in. I looked at it with Tope Uncle and the next day, workers showed up with parts and pieces and a welder and…Presto! Three or four days later, you can walk from the third floor rooms to the bath room with out getting wet. You can use the sink without getting rained on, and you can not only do your laundry, you can actually hang some of it up in rainy weather. I just took the pictures and held the safety line.
From Left to Right: Prity Uncle or DaJu (Tope’s Older Brother and the grand old guy of Kopila), Laxmi, jack of all maintenance, and Laxmin, the stonemason turned metalsmith for this project. Note the step ladder I once stood on in Nepalgunj and proclaimed victory in finding one before a bunch of startled Nepalis.
Fly Fishing: A battle started by Uncle Hans when he was here, continues. Bags of water hanging in the air-don’t work. Flyswatters, even electric ones, aren’t enough. So Hans sent out the call for good old fashioned Fly Paper or Fly Ribbons as they are now called. You can’t find it in Surkhet, nor Kathmandu so we flew in the first wave from Seattle and started winning. Reinforcements will arrive tomorrow from the UK thanks to Anna, yep Woman Center Anna ,is bringing ribbon of a different sort. Next week, Uncles J & J will pile on with over 50 rolls, and we plan to keep it coming until there aren’t two sitting on my screen and one each on my chest and arm as I write this. Here is Pankha, our budding mechanical genus, hanging one of the first rolls:
It is soooo nice to eat in the kitchen without sharing with the flies. The ribbons do get less effective when they get wet outside, but they continue to work hard just like they did back in our grandparents times.
One Last Thing, not much, but I think the most important thing I may have done on this trip. The compost bucket, that sits just before the dishwashing sink, had a top on it that was always upside down. People would dump their plate scrapings in it without removing the top. I couldn’t understand why until I turned it over and cleaned it up and put it on correctly.
The little round “knob” in the middle was the handle and even I couldn’t open the bucket with it when it was wet and slippery (always!). So as I stood there pondering, I spied a piece of black tubing lying on the ground, cast away from some previous project. I remembered some wires hanging down back by the old shop that no longer do anything but get in the way. The wire is now tied through the tubing inside the lid and even the smallest Kopila Bud can lift the lid and deposit the banana peel or mango skin I don’t want to slip on. Note the lack of flies on the outside, and any that dive in when the lid is opened, help the compost cycle.
And that is what I did in Nepal on my Summer “vacation”!
Love to all, Uncle Ed
1 hr airplane- Nepal Gange to Katmandu (delayed by 2 hrs)
Bus-transit to our flight 
20min cab ride to hat shop!
Being Big in Nepal 