Friday, July 26, 2013

Friday AM

Blog 726
It was not raining Thursday when we left to traveling the now so familiar route but by the time we were pulling into Ziwa it had started. Ann's Class was working on puppets. I had some initial chores to complete but when they were done I noticed the skies had cleared. I had some shopping to so I made my way to the market. The red clay mud made it a tricky fete to accomplish. A couple of times I almost slipped. One of goals was to get enough bananas for another batch of banana bread.  The students enjoyed that so much last Sunday that they requested it again for this weekend. Everyone really enjoyed making their puppets. When class was over we piled into the pickup and headed home. There were extra bodies and suitcases and the back was very crowded as we jostled through the mud sploshed through the puddles. About one kilometer from home a strange noise emanated from the left rear of the vehicle. We were almost across the road from the tire repair shop which was excellent planning because that tire had breathed its last. I for one was happy for the chance to walk. With the recent rains I had not been getting enough walking done. The air is fresh and cool after the down pours and the mud retained on the soles of my sneakers was soon left behind as Gracie, Ann and I cut a cross the grassy path between the foot high wheat and the ten foot high maize stalks. While we waited for supper Ann graded papers while I rested. Then I created a spreadsheet for her grades and entered the ones she had recorded.
It is now almost lunchtime on Friday. I spent the morning sorting things out and doing a cryptogram puzzle. Ann graded papers and got ready for class. It was very quiet here because while Ryan was administering his final exams Andrea was taking Gracie to a local salon to get her hair braided in tiny braids. We are not sure what our schedule will look like for next week so today was a the best day. We have gotten a few comments on the blog and appreciated them immensely. Art

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