Friday, July 10, 2015

“To wish is to hope, and to hope is to expect” ― Jane Austen

We had a little trembler yesterday morning.  We knew what it was because we had been through many of them when we lived in Los Angeles right up to a 7.3 on the Richter Scale that killed 35 people and collapsed a hospital and several overpasses on the freeway system.  I don’t like earthquakes because as my said during the big earthquake we experienced, “If you can’t trust the ground, what can you trust?”  We had never been in an earthquake before and tuned the radio to a station that was near the epicenter only to hear a DJ who had also never felt one yelling into his microphone, “If there is anyone alive out there, call me!!!”  Not the kind of thing to fill you with confidence.  We don’t get them all that often here, I think this is the third one in ten years that we remember.  We are near a major fault line.  Just Google “great rift valley” and you will see how big a fault line we are near.  Still, life just goes on.  Yesterday was the big funeral for Bishop Festo’s father, and our car (with Shaban driving of course) made several hour and a half trips out to Karikakari and back carrying the leaders of the local area churches.  We got a very nice letter (in English) this morning thanking us for providing the car and driver.  Bishop Monto is coming by today to pick up two biosand filters to take back to his college in Tireme.  I am also paying the school fees for his youngest son to finish high school.  The boy’s two brothers are both university graduates with one working on his second Master’s Degree.  They are all very smart and have much to offer, so I am honored to help them with their educations.  I am also making arrangements for World Vision International to come pick up two more biosand filters to test for possible use in a very large chicken project (with Tyson’s) and maybe to see about setting up a similar project in our area.  Power is off and on but we have had pretty good internet the last two weeks.  Watched the movie “Paddington” about Paddington Bear and found it absolutely delightful.  Also, got a package in the mail from a man in California who has sent me watches in the past and this time he sent me about fifty different watch bands and three watches, so I have been busy mixing and matching with my hobby of collecting inexpensive watches and giving over fifty away to every one of our staff members, local doctors and nurses, and to some teachers.  They also make great graduation presents for the kids we know graduating from secondary school or university.  We are always waiting to hear from the post office because we have at least four or five packages in the mail to us.  Package arrivals are like little Christmases for us.  Doesn’t matter how long it takes to get here—knowing that something is coming is enough.  There might be a good sermon in that last sentence.  You think?
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