am i a bad person because at 6:30 in the morning, while driving through kampala traffic, after only a half a cup of coffee, i don't want to discuss how the earth rotates around the sun? i don't want to answer why an astronaut always wears white, or how old rhianna is, or how pablo neruda died. i just want to go back to sleep, but i can't, so at least i would love to just drive. but how is that possible when you have a car full of curious children who just drank hot chocolate? how is it possible? it's not. and they are good questions. and i'm thankful that they are being asked. really. just maybe at 7:30 or 8.
clinic yesterday was much better. getting back on the horse is usually easier than we anticipate. i think i can slightly subdue the american in me and balance it will the african in me. i think it will be okay. i think change will slowly happen.
but it may have been good because i was so excited for the dinner party that night at a friends house in kampala. it was a non-goodbye, goodbye dinner. it was a 'let's-pretend-that-no-one-is-leaving-and-this-is-just-a-normal-thursday-night-dinner' dinner party. let me say, home-baked bread, fresh salad, spinach pies, some heavenly fish cakes, and eggplant, lamb, cinnamon magic- it was wonderful and delicious and fun and not even sad (well only a little).
and yesterday afternoon was the final football fellowship, so we baked eight loaves of banana bread and brought 30 bags of popcorns, and some ginger biscuits and juice, to pray and share and prepare for the final game today. i'm so proud of these guys. they have come so far as a team and as friends and in their faith.
someone asked me recently what my typical day is like and it left me feeling very unaccomplished. it left me feeling like i'm not doing much of anything, because of the randomness of my days, the lack of clear routine, the fact that i don't really have a 'typical day'.
but then when you dissect one- you see that a lot happens, even in randomness, even with out clear routine. you look back and realize that you did explain that the earth rotates around the sun, not the other way around, and you even discussed the outfits of astronauts and you knew how old rhianna is and now someone can look up how pablo neruda died when they get home. and you did see some sick people, and had a good laugh with good friends, and people are very happy when you give them banana bread. so you see that we all accomplish quite a bit in our little moments, in our little lives, with our random days and our lack of routine.
clinic yesterday was much better. getting back on the horse is usually easier than we anticipate. i think i can slightly subdue the american in me and balance it will the african in me. i think it will be okay. i think change will slowly happen.
but it may have been good because i was so excited for the dinner party that night at a friends house in kampala. it was a non-goodbye, goodbye dinner. it was a 'let's-pretend-that-no-one-is-leaving-and-this-is-just-a-normal-thursday-night-dinner' dinner party. let me say, home-baked bread, fresh salad, spinach pies, some heavenly fish cakes, and eggplant, lamb, cinnamon magic- it was wonderful and delicious and fun and not even sad (well only a little).
and yesterday afternoon was the final football fellowship, so we baked eight loaves of banana bread and brought 30 bags of popcorns, and some ginger biscuits and juice, to pray and share and prepare for the final game today. i'm so proud of these guys. they have come so far as a team and as friends and in their faith.
someone asked me recently what my typical day is like and it left me feeling very unaccomplished. it left me feeling like i'm not doing much of anything, because of the randomness of my days, the lack of clear routine, the fact that i don't really have a 'typical day'.
but then when you dissect one- you see that a lot happens, even in randomness, even with out clear routine. you look back and realize that you did explain that the earth rotates around the sun, not the other way around, and you even discussed the outfits of astronauts and you knew how old rhianna is and now someone can look up how pablo neruda died when they get home. and you did see some sick people, and had a good laugh with good friends, and people are very happy when you give them banana bread. so you see that we all accomplish quite a bit in our little moments, in our little lives, with our random days and our lack of routine.
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