Hello everyone! This is very exciting! Thanks to all of you who signed up! I hope it will be worth your while! I have some catching up to do and of course, as usual , I have a lot to say but I have been advised to go with 500 words or so. Which may mean I have to blog seven times today to catch up. Here is the rest of what I sent to my beloved friends at St. Luke’s Simeon in C-ville last Friday, and my apologies to those of you who read this elsewhere:
Frank is an excellent driver, no small feat since much of the driving resembles nothing so much as a giant, on-going game of chicken. The 6 hour ride was amazing but description won’t do it justice right now, so I’ll just say that I finally became more fully aware of why I am here and more grateful than ever. We stopped in Morogoro, the half-way point for a delicious lunch, and arrived in Dodoma as the beautiful African sun set. I met Pastor Noah’s lovely wife and three of his very charming granddaughters. Their daughter is in seminary at Suwanee, where my own Granddaddy went so many years ago. After a terrific dinner, I was taken to my new temporary home, which is wonderful.
There is a wonderful, kind, wise man named Donut (I don’t know if that’s how it’s spelled but that is how it is said). He is the “Watchman” and lives in a room attached to the house. I had coffee with Mr. Donut this morning when I woke and thought it was 3:00PM but it was really 9:00 AM. I’m a bit dazed.
Fortunately, I have plenty of water so my feet and ankles no longer look like a toddler took two giant balls of play-doh and stuck them together. And another kind man left a box of food for me. Unfortunately, except for a can of fruit, it all requires cooking and I was told the stove is half gas and half electricity and to avoid the gas at all costs. But there’s only one button that says “cooker” and I’m scared to touch it. Good thing I ate so much yesterday.
I’ve gone out to visit Mr. Donut a few times. I wonder how he feels about me yammering at him. He speaks very good English so I asked if I were bugging him but “bugging” isn’t the right word so I tried “bothering” but that didn’t work either.
Tomorrow, Pastor Noah is taking me to the Carpenter’s Kids Office.For now, I am unpacked and settled, so I think I am going to look up how to say”May I join you?” in Swahili. When you next hear from me, I will not talk endlessly about myself, I hope. I have much I’d like to share but need time to digest and make sure what I think is “deep” and “original” isn’t just “obvious” and “stupid.” If you don’t hear from me again, it’s because I got too hungry, turned on the stove, and blew my face off. Don’t be sad though. It’s been worth it already!
Ninafurehi (I am happy)