Yesterday looked like this.
Over 90 in my shaded kitchen before 9 am and I was not cooking anything.
Went outside with the kids to wash wedding dishes for the Groom's Family Reception held later in the afternoon. At least twenty people standing around and me with one other mom washing dishes with her four kids crying, including one naked 4 year old girl. Took a dress down of Zana's that she is about to outgrow for the naked girlie and squatted to wash dishes. This caused a ruckus. Not the obvious course of action but since I am outside the cultural norm they let me help.
At ten my first language helper arrived. Zana was down for her nap and Abe played quietly, kind of. We talked about the benefits of praying to a dead saint and why people light incense. My heart was heavy with the great dark curtain that lay across my dear friend's eyes. And yet my heart was so blessed by her obvious zeal and passion to see her nephew healed. May I pray with more groanings and moanings. I learned that the ash from the burned incense is carefully collected and taken home to rub on the parts of the body that hurt or the ash is eaten. It is thought to bring healing.
Ray gone, laundry hung, lunch scrounged up and eaten I put my kids down for their naps and welcomed my husband home at a strange hour. I dolled up and ran downstairs to take a gift to the new bride (who would leave that night to go back to her own home). I ate the delicious wedding fare and talked with old neighbors who came back for the wedding. We were in the middle of talking when a young 'un said that my second teacher had arrived.
I ran upstairs to the three ladies waiting. Dawn, a new American neighbor, has her lesson with my teacher's cousin. Safely sitting out of reach of my children in the living room she started her lesson while Sofia and I started ours to the tune of someone at the door. Three friends from downstairs came up to 'sess the joint. We talked. They drank water. They left. We continued our lesson and my children, bless their hearts SLEPT. Dawn left, Hubster left and The Cute Cousin joined my lesson which went over time. Door closes on the teachers and Zana awakes. Out we go for a walk that includes walking through the wedding party and getting cheeks pinched. We touched parrots, goats and motorcycles. We talked with dozens of people and chased through the graveyard, gulleys and roads.
Dinner happened. Baths happened. Toys got cleaned up and then at ten two ladies came to visit. Crazy this life I live. At 12 there was still a party downstairs, clearly heard upstairs.
Honestly the day continued through a uproarious afternoon and evening but a new day has brought new life and new things. I can say that when I laid my head down to sleep I slept, deeply. Daily He bears me up.
Over 90 in my shaded kitchen before 9 am and I was not cooking anything.
Went outside with the kids to wash wedding dishes for the Groom's Family Reception held later in the afternoon. At least twenty people standing around and me with one other mom washing dishes with her four kids crying, including one naked 4 year old girl. Took a dress down of Zana's that she is about to outgrow for the naked girlie and squatted to wash dishes. This caused a ruckus. Not the obvious course of action but since I am outside the cultural norm they let me help.
At ten my first language helper arrived. Zana was down for her nap and Abe played quietly, kind of. We talked about the benefits of praying to a dead saint and why people light incense. My heart was heavy with the great dark curtain that lay across my dear friend's eyes. And yet my heart was so blessed by her obvious zeal and passion to see her nephew healed. May I pray with more groanings and moanings. I learned that the ash from the burned incense is carefully collected and taken home to rub on the parts of the body that hurt or the ash is eaten. It is thought to bring healing.
Ray gone, laundry hung, lunch scrounged up and eaten I put my kids down for their naps and welcomed my husband home at a strange hour. I dolled up and ran downstairs to take a gift to the new bride (who would leave that night to go back to her own home). I ate the delicious wedding fare and talked with old neighbors who came back for the wedding. We were in the middle of talking when a young 'un said that my second teacher had arrived.
I ran upstairs to the three ladies waiting. Dawn, a new American neighbor, has her lesson with my teacher's cousin. Safely sitting out of reach of my children in the living room she started her lesson while Sofia and I started ours to the tune of someone at the door. Three friends from downstairs came up to 'sess the joint. We talked. They drank water. They left. We continued our lesson and my children, bless their hearts SLEPT. Dawn left, Hubster left and The Cute Cousin joined my lesson which went over time. Door closes on the teachers and Zana awakes. Out we go for a walk that includes walking through the wedding party and getting cheeks pinched. We touched parrots, goats and motorcycles. We talked with dozens of people and chased through the graveyard, gulleys and roads.
Dinner happened. Baths happened. Toys got cleaned up and then at ten two ladies came to visit. Crazy this life I live. At 12 there was still a party downstairs, clearly heard upstairs.
Honestly the day continued through a uproarious afternoon and evening but a new day has brought new life and new things. I can say that when I laid my head down to sleep I slept, deeply. Daily He bears me up.
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