It is another hot day, but there is a nice breeze. I spent a portion of the morning grocery shopping with Susan. What an experience...2 different white man grocery stores and then to the Petite Marche. All through the stalls with a young boy as our porter, bargaining for apples , bananas, peppers, onions, tomatoes, oranges, eggs, garlic... We walked through the meat market, I can't even begin to describe the sights and smells. Men pounding , slicing, butchering meat parts everywhere.... some still with tongues others still with tails...and flies, flies, flies!!! Then we went to a fabric stall where I did buy a native dress. Susan said it is a blessing because it provides income for them.
We have now met Chako, he is the project supervisor. His sister, Hazara is our cook. They have returned from their father's funeral and life around here is resuming as normal. (She sweeps the entire house floor with a handmade whisk broom and her baby Rahal on her back). It looks like the water filtration system will be up a running soon, yeah!
I hope all is well with everyone.
Kay
Monday, February 2, 2009
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Kay,
ReplyDeleteYour blog URL was in the church bulletin on Sunday. It is amazing to follow your progress.
Just so you know, the Woman's Retreat went very well. The weather was good so there were no driving problems. Linda gave us a great "Tour around the World". The service at the end was quite lovely - some was based on Scott's Iona service. At the end, Maggie had us sing a song in Latin as a round - quite an experience for us non-Senior choir types.
We said thanks for you and sent prayers your way. You and Sue are such a blessing!
Debi Jensen
Kay,
ReplyDeleteIt's difficult to imagine the conditions you are living in, especially as I watch the snow come down through my window at work and sitting here enjoying my PB&J and tea. You and Sue are in our thoughts and prayers every day. I know you are making a difference in the lives of the people there and in ours by sharing your stories. Keep cool and if I ever need hole dug, I know who to call. Peace, Lucy