Today was one of those days. Yesterday too. Maybe tomorrow will be as well. Who knows.
"It ooks ike a good day." says Abe everyday hopefully. I tend to agree. This morning we were out and at 'em early. Our unique stroller was attacked by a pair of dogs. It also scared a cow into side jumping. I did not know that was possible. After returning home we took on the day post devotions and post exercise. It felt good to be alive. Zana then dropped her precious (or Abe's precious depends on who you talk to) London taxi down a floor into the gulley. Missed a motorcyclist by inches I like to think.
Her chagrin and consternation were great when she reported this misdeed to me. I could not see the toy she was talking about till a passing man kicked it, inspected it, picked it up and was about to pocket it when my loud calling stopped him. He dropped the toy into the path of a street boy black with the dirt of his job and carrying a large sack on his back to collect garbage to recycle for money. He was a little guy not over eight with large front teeth and small back. He goggled up at me as I hollered for him to come through the apartment gate and up the stairs. He complied. I had the feeling that if my head disappeared so would the boy and the car.
He came and for our precious London taxi he received a small thank you gift of 20 rupees (less than 50 cents but a big tip around here) and a small bird that lights up when wound up, and a little plastic recorder. I thought I had gotten the better deal and his face revealed he believed contrary to me that rather he had gotten the better end of the deal. We parted happy. Moments later a persistent little piping reached my ears that kept tooting and tooting and tooting. And tooting. My certainty concerning my end of the bargain began to fade.
School covered the letter L with books read from Mercy, Auntie Susan, and Sonlight. All the titles had L in them except Zana's choice of "Easy Street," which tops the reading charts most weeks.
Language class surprised again with talk of magicians, people cut in two and bunny rabbits coming out of hats. Obviously we were not studying a Bible Story today. My favorite part of the conversation was when the magician turned a bunny into a gorilla. I was assured that the gorilla was not real. A fake gorilla who then disappeared.
The afternoon was a long endless sunny hot day with play time, visitors coming for apple juice from upstairs and around the corner and a visit to the graveyard to play on the graves while I talked hemoglobin and pregnancies and family trees. Oh and walking through the building site for a new sewer line. Yuck.
Dinner was a sad affair to which I finally succumbed and bribed my children to eat the Indian gulash. They had pink Nerds for the first time and every time my daughter ate one (of an entire little box) she would close her eyes and sway her head back and forth and moan softly. I guess I don't give them enough candy. Ever. Sadly the above said meal was a half portion with the other half given to a friend who I am afraid will disown me forever as my family took to the dish like the French to a guillotine. They lost their heads scrambled for a change! Not a family hit with the children at least.
It was one of those days made sweet by catching my husband scratching his back with Zana's comb and then combing his chest hair, arm hair and head hair while both kids ran in circles around him thumping their own chests like gorillas. It was one of those days made sweet by my daughter doing her happy dance when she saw she got to wear her pajamas (the same ones she has worn all week and last week too). The happy dance includes marching while pumping the air and saying "Yeah!" Though she knows and will state that the pajamas are from "Auntie Murffy." Tonight when asked who gave her her pajamas she declared, "Jesus."
It was one of those days made sweet by hand held fans, roaming goats and silences created by lack of language, (and solidarity of friendship). It was a tiring day and now I sign off. Hope your day was half as nice.
"It ooks ike a good day." says Abe everyday hopefully. I tend to agree. This morning we were out and at 'em early. Our unique stroller was attacked by a pair of dogs. It also scared a cow into side jumping. I did not know that was possible. After returning home we took on the day post devotions and post exercise. It felt good to be alive. Zana then dropped her precious (or Abe's precious depends on who you talk to) London taxi down a floor into the gulley. Missed a motorcyclist by inches I like to think.
Her chagrin and consternation were great when she reported this misdeed to me. I could not see the toy she was talking about till a passing man kicked it, inspected it, picked it up and was about to pocket it when my loud calling stopped him. He dropped the toy into the path of a street boy black with the dirt of his job and carrying a large sack on his back to collect garbage to recycle for money. He was a little guy not over eight with large front teeth and small back. He goggled up at me as I hollered for him to come through the apartment gate and up the stairs. He complied. I had the feeling that if my head disappeared so would the boy and the car.
He came and for our precious London taxi he received a small thank you gift of 20 rupees (less than 50 cents but a big tip around here) and a small bird that lights up when wound up, and a little plastic recorder. I thought I had gotten the better deal and his face revealed he believed contrary to me that rather he had gotten the better end of the deal. We parted happy. Moments later a persistent little piping reached my ears that kept tooting and tooting and tooting. And tooting. My certainty concerning my end of the bargain began to fade.
School covered the letter L with books read from Mercy, Auntie Susan, and Sonlight. All the titles had L in them except Zana's choice of "Easy Street," which tops the reading charts most weeks.
Language class surprised again with talk of magicians, people cut in two and bunny rabbits coming out of hats. Obviously we were not studying a Bible Story today. My favorite part of the conversation was when the magician turned a bunny into a gorilla. I was assured that the gorilla was not real. A fake gorilla who then disappeared.
The afternoon was a long endless sunny hot day with play time, visitors coming for apple juice from upstairs and around the corner and a visit to the graveyard to play on the graves while I talked hemoglobin and pregnancies and family trees. Oh and walking through the building site for a new sewer line. Yuck.
Dinner was a sad affair to which I finally succumbed and bribed my children to eat the Indian gulash. They had pink Nerds for the first time and every time my daughter ate one (of an entire little box) she would close her eyes and sway her head back and forth and moan softly. I guess I don't give them enough candy. Ever. Sadly the above said meal was a half portion with the other half given to a friend who I am afraid will disown me forever as my family took to the dish like the French to a guillotine. They lost their heads scrambled for a change! Not a family hit with the children at least.
It was one of those days made sweet by catching my husband scratching his back with Zana's comb and then combing his chest hair, arm hair and head hair while both kids ran in circles around him thumping their own chests like gorillas. It was one of those days made sweet by my daughter doing her happy dance when she saw she got to wear her pajamas (the same ones she has worn all week and last week too). The happy dance includes marching while pumping the air and saying "Yeah!" Though she knows and will state that the pajamas are from "Auntie Murffy." Tonight when asked who gave her her pajamas she declared, "Jesus."
It was one of those days made sweet by hand held fans, roaming goats and silences created by lack of language, (and solidarity of friendship). It was a tiring day and now I sign off. Hope your day was half as nice.
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