October 5, 2005

• On Monday the maid came (and we needed it…I always can measure how long it has been since the maid came by how quickly my feet get black—since I am forever barefoot) and we spent all morning doing our best to get out of her way, moving from one room to the next before she got there.

  
  

  Pastor Josue thought he had dingy fever, but went to the doctor and they said he had a cold and gave him some medicine. Then he started turning all red with white blotches, and so we thought he had an allergic reaction to the medicine. Well, by Tuesday morning, we were sitting at the breakfast table and he was SO red with SO many white spots and feeling SO bad that they called a friend who told them to go directly to the hospital. Now we have everyone running around the house, people calling, and everything going crazy. Christiana—who is a great girl-20 years old and plans on going to the Seminary in January (she is Monica’s sister-in-law) came and spent the day with me and the two girls.

  
  

  It was my mom’s birthday yesterday, so I made her a card, took a picture of me holding it, and then put it on my weblog…ahh, technology, don’t you love it? Then we had the whole afternoon doing nothing…and knowing different languages, so I gave her an English class and then we started to make snickerdoodles (the one cookies I am good at). Unfortunately, they don’t have cream of tarter. I found some stuff I thought was baking power or baking soda (I can never tell those two apart anyways), and dumped some of that in…by this time I figured measuring was useless too. Then I had no clue what the word for cinnamon was, so instead we rolled them in sprinkles (which actually looks a lot prettier). The finished result was alittle over buttery (I just used the whole tub of margarine) and did not really resemble snickerdoodles at all, but was declared a success and Christiana wants me to go to her house and make them sometime. (problem is, I will never be able to replecate them since I don’t really know what all I put in it!)

  
  

  Christiana tried to teach me how to play the guitar, but I didn’t get very far, especially considering I burnt my fingers making cookies. It is hard to play the guitar without fingers. I tried. David called up and told me to be on my guard because where there is one dingy mosquito, there are more. This is making me slightly paranoid. Especially when I go and look at Josue, who seems to be turning redder every day. Bleh. Please pray for him.

  
  

  Today Ivy (Josue’s wife), Christina, and I went and did some errands, walking around the center of town. Oh, I love doing this. I have been in Brasil long enough to not look too much like a tourist, but I still always seem to fall behind because walking and watching everything—without tripping–takes a lot of talent. We stopped for juice (oh, life is so good) and I have decided to try every kind before I leave. Today was Pinha. I’ve had the fruit before, and it looks like a cancerous green lump. Inside it is white with big black seeds. It is pretty good. Two mormon guys walked by (who are American) and I resisted the urge to call out to them in English just because I knew they would understand. There seems to be a TON of mormon Americans in Brasil…like in every small town! That is horrible! Tell me, where are the Christians? I think it would be nice to sit them down and have a nice chat in English sometime…where do they get the motivation? They seem to have so much more of it than we do. And I am thoroughly ashamed of us. And they dress so nice too.

  
  

  This is from a book i am reading “Beauty may be the most powerful thing on earth. beauty speaks. beauty invites. beauty nourishes. beauty comforts. beauty inspires, beauty is transcendent. beauty draws us to God.“ (because God is beautiful) and i love seeing that beauty. “You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace…“ Song of Solomon 4:9

  
  

   

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