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Stories from abroad

Month 4

It always feels like I’ve just arrived.  It’s my fourth month here and my fourth staffing combination.  It’s a different group of people every month.  With all that shuffling at home, there hasn’t been any real stability.  Any rest.  The latest change – Andrea went home to nurse a herniated disc and Regina arrived from NJ to work with us the next 3 months.

Since Andrea’s out indefinitely for her injury, I’m teaching all her classes.  I’m also stewarding a new water treatment project.  Where I once felt like I didn’t have anything to do, I now feel a bit overwhelmed.  When it rains it pours, I guess.  The water project is really the elephant sitting on my chest, though.  There’s a lot of internal and external forces – political, financial, and otherwise – that’s putting the pressure on.  Just hope I can handle it all with wisdom and grace.


Zoo, etc.

Proof that I live in a zoo . . . and other pictures from around town.  Here’s a photo dump to make up for lost time.

Yes, that’s a chicken on top of our kitchen cabinets.

Suckas took over our whole kitchen.

This guy had the nerve to look at me like, “What’re you doing in my house?”

Bored while we sat in 2 hours of traffic from rain.  A/C doesn’t work in our car, so we had to alternate between being stuffy with the windows up or wet with the windows down.

Hand-painted street signs in our neighborhood from a couple blocks down.

Diva Stellecy’s shoes.  She has more pairs than everyone else in the house and wants you to know it.

Kids loved the leftover rubber bands from our aquatab distributions.  They’d follow us around and wait for a band to free up.

You just make do with what you have.  Luckily, these kids got some tiny bottoms.

Tease: A Definition

The electricity from last night’s post was short lived.  The fan was on while I took a shower and brushed my teeth, but it turned off again right before bed.  I’m pretty sure we’re in the 80s these days with high humidity.  Oh, Haiti.


Everyone should know the joy of getting the electricity (read: fan) turned on right before bed on a hot night after going over a week without it.

Captions Please

My head is about to explode.  Osama bin Laden’s dead.  Memphis beat San Antonio.  What else did I miss these last 4 days?!  We haven’t had electricity in a while, and there’s so much I want to read and to share.  But my window for electricity is short, so I’ll just leave you with a few pictures from last Friday.  We sorted through donations from the last few months and found these jewels.  Feel free to add your own witty captions in the comment section.

Chicken Coop

How many chickens do you need to own to be considered a chicken farmer?  We only have 8, but there isn’t a lot of space at the house.  Density of chickens per square meter should count for something right?

At 4:30am this morning, I made a list of the pros and cons of living with chickens.  You probably think 4:30am is an ungodly hour to be making such lists.  And I would agree.  But that freaking rooster that “cock a doodle doos” outside my window every morning begs to differ.

1.  chicken poop literally everywhere outside in our patio/yard
2.  chicken poop inside the house, though that gets cleaned up within a few hours
3.  4:30am wakeup call
4.  4:31am, 4:33am, 4:34am . . . wakeup calls
5.  random all hours of the day calls outside my window

1.  they eat bugs

1.  we will eat those bug-eating chickens sooner or later

Final Score 5-1-1
Guess living with chickens isn’t as glamorous as everyone says it is.


“We know that Christ being raised from the dead will never die again; death no longer has dominion over him.  For the death he died he died to sin, once for all, but the life he lives he lives to God.” ~Romans 6:9-10


And the inscription of the charge against him read, “The King of the Jews.”  ~Mark 15:26

More Vacation

We ended up staying an extra day in the DR, which mostly means another daily morning empanada bought out of the below trunk.  Also took some more pics around the neighborhood.  In other news, I REALLY want to read Tina Fey’s new book, “Bossypants.”


In the Dominican Republic for a short breather.  Been feeling like I’m perpetually driving in second gear, so I’m glad for the break.  Even stringing words together for sentences is getting hard.  Pictures.  Instead.  Beach.  Colonial Zone.