March 24, 2013

• I Don’t Like Chocolate

  The small chocolate Easter eggs are $5 each. Take into mind that I have 40 children at Cajueiro Claro, 70 at Mussurepe, 100 at the dump, and almost 50 at Carpina and 50 more at Guadalajara…that is a lot of money. And in Brazil, having a chocolate Easter egg is rather central to Easter. But buying chocolate by the kilo and doing your own mold is much cheaper, thank goodness.

  So what do I do? Buy the chocolate and thank God that the cook at Cajueiro Claro doesn’t mind doing that kind of thing. And hope that the children at the International school come through with their promised chocolate eggs. I bought 6 kilos of chocolate so far. Dang that stuff is heavy to carry around everywhere.

  Our budget is low. We have almost run through last year’s surplus to make it (just the basics) month to month. There is no money for anything special this Easter. So I am hoping and praying and doing the basics that if I don’t get reimbursed for, I will still feel was money well spent from my own account. The homemade chocolate eggs are only $1.50 eachJ.

  

  We painted rocks again this year. For our Easter egg hunt. Reuse any idea that works, is a good motto. Throw out the ones that don’t: we will not be having a live sheep at this year’s Easter party.

  

  I went to Josefa’s house to celebrate her 6^th birthday. Oh, what wonderful hugs 6 year olds give! She had gone through half my bag of things before I could tell her that her present was in the other bag. Grin. They grow so fast.

  

   

  We color on the ground and up against the car, trying not to get the pictures dirty at the trash dump. One girl hands me some grubby fruit that she picked for me. I wince inwardly, wondering how healthy it could be, growing here in the dump. I put them in my pocket to wash and eat later, and then forget and have someone sit in my lap. Oh well.

  And some days I fall apart. physically, mentally, emotionally. I think crazy thoughts. I act out. In my head. I lock the door to my room so I can’t do anything I would regret involving anyone else, but lose the war with myself. Crumpled again, I turn to Him, and he says “Come.” (Mt. 11:28)

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