It’s crazy, but two weeks from today I’ll be sitting in sunny Saskatchewan enjoying a Tim Horton’s Ice Cap. And before any of you feels the need to correct me and tell me how cold or whatever it’s been this year…I’m aware. But my faith will sustain me and I’m quite sure that by the time I arrive, summer will have begun with a vengeance.

If I didn’t have so much to do, I’d feel a bit more excited. I have someone to take care of the house in my absence, but I’m thinking I need to organize things a bit better. I can fly by the seat of my pants in any given moment, and fake like I know what’s going on like no one else. But it hardly seems fair to ask a novice to do the same.

So I need to organize chore lists and financial budgets and schedules and whatever else occurs in the middle of the night when I wake up thinking about this. I’ve started leaving a paper and pen by the bed for these late night revelations. I can’t really explain it, but if I wait until the next day to make my list of what needs to happen, I can’t actually think of anything and I just end up drawing doodley things on my paper. Eventually I go back to playing Solitaire on my computer.

As a side note, today was a fun day in the house. It’s the day of the teacher, so most of the guys didn’t have classes. That meant that, for once, we were all home at the same time. So we had devotions together this morning and all hung out (and did chores…can’t forget the chores). David and I went to the clinic to get his stitches out, and then Tiqua joined us for lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon at the house. Tonight we’re going to go to a movie, I think, with Isabel. So yea, it was a good day.

Oh….a warning. The guys spent most of the afternoon making bracelets that I’m going to sell when I get home to Canada. It’s a little business we’ve started, to provide them with a bit of spending money. So be prepared. Ken’s bringing stuff to sell. =)

Well, there’s not much else to say today. It’s not like there aren’t things happening, but I guess life is just mellowing into normality here. My sister was complaining about some “big” spider in her bathroom the other day. It was an inch across, she said. Ha…our baby spiders would eat that spider for lunch. Yesterday a taxi missed me by mere inches and I didn’t even flinch. In fact, I barely noticed. I thought about it later and wondered for a moment, what would it take these days to actually get my adrenaline going…

Anyhow, as always, thanks for praying. Just because I don’t notice the near-death experiences anymore, doesn’t mean they’re not happening…

See you in a week and five days.

PS…  Remember when the guys and I took that little neighbor girl and her cousin to church a couple of weeks ago?  Well, she went to children’s church and to help her feel a bit more comfortable, I went with her.  They were making little paperbag puppets that day as a craft.  I was trying to be helpful, so I tried to cut out hands for her puppet, out of foam.  To the right are my first two attempts.  I was embarrassed enough to just stuff them into my pocket before anyone could see them.  Especially considering there were fathers there making great hands and shoes (with laces) and everything for their kid’s puppet.  I’m a lame father.

Afterwards, being a good Canadian, I just made mittens for her puppet.  Being a good Bolivian, and possibly never having seen mittens. she cut out fingers.  At any rate her puppet had hands.  It also had a cotton ball for hair.  Only one cotton ball mind you.  Not sure why I was worried about the hands…