Sometimes stories just come too quickly, but I don’t want to forget them.
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We had to get our starter fixed on the Suzuki last week, another piece of the steady project of keeping our car up to working standards!
Stephen picked it up at the shop and we both headed towards home. I pulled up next to him on the motorbike at the stoplight. He leans out the window with a huge smile and thumbs up, saying, “It starts!”
I laughed. We have such high expectations!
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We came out of our house one morning last week to find blood dripped on the porch.
We have been tired recently, so I was afraid someone had come to wake us to go the hospital and we had slept through the shouting. I went over to a translator across the street and asked if anyone had come to get her or if she knew what might had happened.
Our conversation went like something like this–with the margin of error considering my Karen is hit or miss:
There is blood at the front of our house. Did anyone get hurt last night? Did you try to come get us?
No. I don’t know. Was it human blood or dog blood?
I don’t know…I don’t know how to know different kinds of blood.
Oh. (Facial expression says this is odd.) …Let’s go see.
We walked over to our porch, and she observed the situation.
Yes, it is human blood. It looks like they walked up here and sat down here to call for you. And you didn’t come, so they left…
I’m not feeling very comforted at this point, thinking that I might have slept right through someone bleeding on our porch! She then calls over a group of women from the community and starts asking them if they knew anything; they evaluate the “scene” to determine what might have happened.
No one knew or could decide, other than that someone came for help and probably found their own way to the hospital. I was not comforted, but decided that we have very weird lives.
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I had left for the shower about twenty minutes early to help set things up and get the food over. I realized about ten minutes later that I forgot the chocolates I had made and kept in the fridge. I picked up my phone to call Stephen.
He answered, and I heard his voice outside the front door of the host’s home. He had seen the chocolates, ran them over to me, and he arrived with just perfect timing!
I was so impressed. And so was everyone else!
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One evening last week we were off to…something…and planning to swing by a neighbors home to deliver some medicine for her sick child. It was then that another child came up with different ailments which I didn’t have the medicine for, so I sent Stephen off to a pharmacy for additional medicine while I walked to the neighbors house.
I arrived back and was sitting outside of our house for a few minutes while waiting for Stephen. Before too long there were five little girls piled around me, and we began playing games. I showed them my fish face, which only one could replicate. We tried to roll our tongues like hot dogs, to lick our elbows and noses, and to invert our eyelids.
