Church and Drinking

09/17/05

I acutely felt the lack of oxygen last night. I finally fell asleep around two am last night. Up at 7:30am. Hope I don't fall asleep in church, which would be embarrassing.

Michael, one of Elizabeth's younger brothers, who lives in Florida, and is a CPA working for Ernst and Young, came to visit for the week. I laughed out loud when I saw his loufa in the shower shed. It was just such a funny dichotomy, half a gourd and a bucket of brown well water, and a loufa.

Church was quicker than usual. We were home by 12:30. I sat next to Michael who translated some for me. He had suggested (and I had agreed) that we go to Rongo tonight and eat goat meat and drink beers. And then the sermon was about the perils of drinking. We had a good laugh. Michael told me that the scars on his Dad's head, and his missing thumb, are from the tribal conflicts of 2003. Daniel is a Kisii man, and masked Luo's broke into the house and sliced him up with pangas. They stole the TV, which was apparently recovered and led to some arrests.

After church Adrian found me. I love that kid. We played games (he enjoyed 'let me hold on to your arm while you pick me up' as well.) I saw the Grandee I had taken photos of, and she looked so happy to see me, but so miserably sad at the same time. My heart really goes out to that woman, taking care of three orphans (or them taking care of her and themselves.) It's a tough situation.

Robert had some people we could go visit, but had a cold and it looked like rain (the drops pound on the tin roof as I write) so I suggested we hold off until tomorrow. He readily agreed.

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