Friday, November 16, 2007
Changes
Things Change, but somehow we remain the same. I am sitting here in Uganda eating popcorn, watching a bootleg movie (sorry Rhea- it somehow is the norm here), and talking on my cell phone. Ain't life grand. I left the continent of North America to a whole new continent, but I have found some semblance of home. God is awesome.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Frog Update, Bike Falls, and More
Things are... going well. I still like it here A LOT. I am currently teaching computer classes. The background knowledge of my students varies, from being able to access the internet to not knowing how to turn on the computer. And their ages are from 15-40. Of course the younger ones know all about the computer! Who would have thought I would have come all the way into the Peace Corps to Africa to teach about computers!!! Don't worry there will be more opportunities to come.
Frog Update
Haven't seen one. Until today- A loud toad is in the office behind the file cabinet as I am typing this blog. Less than 5 feet away. But, I must continue this must needed update. I will just put my feet up, not look down, and keep typing. "I THINK I CAN. I THINK I CAN."
Mail Update
Still waiting...*Hint *Hint
Food Update
Still cooking veggies. Mmmmh-Mmmmh!
Bike Update
I fell off already. I think I am the first volunteer in my group to bite it. I did it gracefully, on my way home, in front of a gang of people! I was coming home from a day of shopping. I kind of over judged my turn into my driveway- or grass/yard. And I went left and my bike went right. All the people just looked at me. No one said "Bambi" (sorry in Lusoga) or tried to help me up. So I got up and told them I was ok. I had to laugh at myself. I survived with only a scrape on my elbow. I told all my fellow PCV's that I would fall off 1st. And I did. A few others have fallen behind me so, I am told. They may have told me that just to be nice. I will take it either way.
This fall was a far cry from The Fall of 1989. The Place- Ford Gates Drive. The Occasion- Mean Big Brothers. I was riding my bike down the street when I waved to my brother who was across the street on the porch of our house. He waved to me and threw a paper airplane. Somehow my brother's plane defied all aeronautic scientific principles of a "paper airplane" and made the flight all the way from the porch, over the yard, across the street all to land in my eye. I fell off my bike and scraped my knee and elbow. I went crying to my mom and he went running. I still have both scars today. But, I am still here. That experience alone gave the courage to fall of a bike with grace and finesse. Thanks Mike.
Other than that- Things are good. I will share more later. Somehow I don't like writing too much. So, I am doing my best here to share what I can when I can. Hugs and Kisses!
Frog Update
Haven't seen one. Until today- A loud toad is in the office behind the file cabinet as I am typing this blog. Less than 5 feet away. But, I must continue this must needed update. I will just put my feet up, not look down, and keep typing. "I THINK I CAN. I THINK I CAN."
Mail Update
Still waiting...*Hint *Hint
Food Update
Still cooking veggies. Mmmmh-Mmmmh!
Bike Update
I fell off already. I think I am the first volunteer in my group to bite it. I did it gracefully, on my way home, in front of a gang of people! I was coming home from a day of shopping. I kind of over judged my turn into my driveway- or grass/yard. And I went left and my bike went right. All the people just looked at me. No one said "Bambi" (sorry in Lusoga) or tried to help me up. So I got up and told them I was ok. I had to laugh at myself. I survived with only a scrape on my elbow. I told all my fellow PCV's that I would fall off 1st. And I did. A few others have fallen behind me so, I am told. They may have told me that just to be nice. I will take it either way.
This fall was a far cry from The Fall of 1989. The Place- Ford Gates Drive. The Occasion- Mean Big Brothers. I was riding my bike down the street when I waved to my brother who was across the street on the porch of our house. He waved to me and threw a paper airplane. Somehow my brother's plane defied all aeronautic scientific principles of a "paper airplane" and made the flight all the way from the porch, over the yard, across the street all to land in my eye. I fell off my bike and scraped my knee and elbow. I went crying to my mom and he went running. I still have both scars today. But, I am still here. That experience alone gave the courage to fall of a bike with grace and finesse. Thanks Mike.
Other than that- Things are good. I will share more later. Somehow I don't like writing too much. So, I am doing my best here to share what I can when I can. Hugs and Kisses!
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