Our cupboards are beginning to look not so bare. We take a regularly weekly shopping trip to town for groceries. Nakumats are more like your local Walmarts.
Occasionally, after Friday night vespers, we invite our faculty family over. Every family "adopts" a group of students and they become your faculty family. The kids love it! They get to crash a faculty member's house, eat their food, and just relax. We usually feed our faculty family popcorn (which Richard pops in our pressure cooker) and homemade sweet bread. I made them zucchini bread this last time and it was gone almost before it hit the table. We splurged and bought them Fanta, too! Here's one of our "kids" being a poser! Now, Richard being a goof-ball! The kids love him! Some of the students from other faculty families came to our house after they left their "home-away-from-the-dorm". We must of had twenty kids over! I ended up showing these girls my wedding pictures. That made for a lot of "Ahhhhhs!" We really have a great faculty family. They even cleaned the kitchen for me last time!
Long-suffering. I’ve been thinking about this word for the past few weeks. It all started when a ghost from our time in Egypt past reentered our lives in the form of an email. Without going into much detail, I’ll just say that this was sent from a person whom we suffered long with. And as I was reminded of the situation, I acknowledged the fact that it is easier for me to suffer long with difficult circumstances than it is to suffer with difficult people. I say this because about the same time we received that email, I was sent pictures of my old house in Egypt. Four years I “suffered” with a kitchen that was adequate, but by no means ideal. During our time there, we had to replace the refrigerator and the stove, but not before months of making due with a leak in the fridge and an oven that blew out smoke. Countless visitors came and commented on both, and yet, the changes came slowly. As we were getting ready to move, word came ...
For our first four-wheel drive experience, we took "the Kan" up to Ngong for a picnic. Richard wanted to drive all the way to the top. The only thing that saved us (PJ and I) was a tunnel of bushes that prevented us from going any higher and the fact that Richard was worried about the paint job. Here we are--PJ and I--resting after all the bumping around, enjoying our lunch. We tried to get one of our signature shots with PJ. He didn't quite make it!
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