Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Washing clothes ii
The last picture was actually of me rinsing clothes. This one is of washing clothes.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
An exhibit from the root museum
Eucalyptus I think.
There are many, all painted black.
I did indeed forget my camera cord, so all pictures until I return will be drawn. Here at least I have some times in the morning, if I know what to draw. It is not always easy.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Adventures awhile ago
I arrived safely yesterday after a couple of hours in flight.
Then it was an hour ride in a taxi, along lovely fields and orchards, including one small marigold patch. Many of the houses were very colorful. There were a lot of mango trees in bloom.
A family picked me up, and I soon was hearing jokes and Odyssey quotes from the boys of the family, R and M.
I was very tired upon arrival and rather collapsed.
Today began with the sight of a magpie type bird with brown wings, and a couple of what someone last time I was here
a tasty breakfast of spiced porridge.
Then studies in the morning.
Adventures in the afternoon.
We explored an actual jungle path, some parts "looking like Narnia" covered in what looked like possibly milkweed down.
We saw what looked like a small brown bald eagle.
We went on an imaginary voyage among the stars.
We saw the "AC" hut, really Adansi, made out of bamboo, with even a bamboo light fixture inside. As one of my young friends, R, said, "It is too bad it is locked"
Then it was an hour ride in a taxi, along lovely fields and orchards, including one small marigold patch. Many of the houses were very colorful. There were a lot of mango trees in bloom.
A family picked me up, and I soon was hearing jokes and Odyssey quotes from the boys of the family, R and M.
I was very tired upon arrival and rather collapsed.
Today began with the sight of a magpie type bird with brown wings, and a couple of what someone last time I was here
a tasty breakfast of spiced porridge.
Then studies in the morning.
Adventures in the afternoon.
We explored an actual jungle path, some parts "looking like Narnia" covered in what looked like possibly milkweed down.
We saw what looked like a small brown bald eagle.
We went on an imaginary voyage among the stars.
We saw the "AC" hut, really Adansi, made out of bamboo, with even a bamboo light fixture inside. As one of my young friends, R, said, "It is too bad it is locked"
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The adventure begins
I type this with a cup of warm masala chai at my elbow, in one of the rooms at a transit flat in New Delhi. I can hear birds and the occasional horn outside.
The flight was good. At the last second, my seatmate was able to switch to a larger seat, which let me have two to curl up on. I felt a little shy about my good fortune though.
Here in the high rises, the elevators have glass walls at the far end, and most of the way up is windows, so that one can look out and see things as one rides them. It's nice. To my left is a window and balcony which overlooks a small wilderness plot.
At noon, I leave for the airport again, to fly south to visit bangalore.
I probably won't have internet connection there, apparently.
In Chicago, after I had written the previous post, I ran into an Indian woman from New Orleans, coming here for a root canal. It would have cost 3000 dollars in the US. Here it is much cheaper, and the ticket was only 1300 or so. She was very nice and we enjoyed each other's company for the last couple of hours until boarding.
I guess that is all that I can think of.
The flight was good. At the last second, my seatmate was able to switch to a larger seat, which let me have two to curl up on. I felt a little shy about my good fortune though.
Here in the high rises, the elevators have glass walls at the far end, and most of the way up is windows, so that one can look out and see things as one rides them. It's nice. To my left is a window and balcony which overlooks a small wilderness plot.
At noon, I leave for the airport again, to fly south to visit bangalore.
I probably won't have internet connection there, apparently.
In Chicago, after I had written the previous post, I ran into an Indian woman from New Orleans, coming here for a root canal. It would have cost 3000 dollars in the US. Here it is much cheaper, and the ticket was only 1300 or so. She was very nice and we enjoyed each other's company for the last couple of hours until boarding.
I guess that is all that I can think of.
Written in Chicago / posted in New Delhi
I have arrived safely.
It was 28 degrees F outside when we landed. A little bit of snow was here and there, and a lot of ice.
The flight was uneventful, but I was grateful for something to drink.
Hopefully I didn't end up leaving my camera cord at home. I can't find it.
Not that I have able to connect to the weak free public wi-fi either. I think I will go exploring soon.
The airport is very big and busy.
Farewell.
I have returned.
It is very large. I have yet to go down concourse L, yet my feet and shoulders are sore. Terminal 5, is I think where the international flights come in. Does Terminal 4 exist? Or is it the 13th floor.
I discovered why Chicago O'Hare is called O'Hare.
Also that Lake Michigan has/had a lot of wrecks from WWII in it.
Still no go on wi-fi. Temp pis.
I also saw a dinosaur skeleton. It was huge.
It is curious -- the style and architecture of all the terminals seem vastly different. One might almost guess one was in a different airport.
6 and a half hours to go...
Make that likely 7 and a half at the time. I think Chicago time is an hour early. It is only two hours later. I slept a little and explored L. L is rather empty at the moment. We'll see if connection works. I rather don't think so. It claims that it is connected, and the siganl is good, yet nothihg happens. I think I give up. Sorry.
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Unfortunately I still cannot find the camera cord. So there may not be any pictures until I return.
It was 28 degrees F outside when we landed. A little bit of snow was here and there, and a lot of ice.
The flight was uneventful, but I was grateful for something to drink.
Hopefully I didn't end up leaving my camera cord at home. I can't find it.
Not that I have able to connect to the weak free public wi-fi either. I think I will go exploring soon.
The airport is very big and busy.
Farewell.
I have returned.
It is very large. I have yet to go down concourse L, yet my feet and shoulders are sore. Terminal 5, is I think where the international flights come in. Does Terminal 4 exist? Or is it the 13th floor.
I discovered why Chicago O'Hare is called O'Hare.
Also that Lake Michigan has/had a lot of wrecks from WWII in it.
Still no go on wi-fi. Temp pis.
I also saw a dinosaur skeleton. It was huge.
It is curious -- the style and architecture of all the terminals seem vastly different. One might almost guess one was in a different airport.
6 and a half hours to go...
Make that likely 7 and a half at the time. I think Chicago time is an hour early. It is only two hours later. I slept a little and explored L. L is rather empty at the moment. We'll see if connection works. I rather don't think so. It claims that it is connected, and the siganl is good, yet nothihg happens. I think I give up. Sorry.
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Unfortunately I still cannot find the camera cord. So there may not be any pictures until I return.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
In honour of Donna Farrell
Part of what stirred my interest in this in the beginning is that it reminded me of Donna Farrell and the work she did for many including me.
I was six when she came to the Burkina center to spend time with the center children.
She gave us projects to do, and sometimes helped us with ours.
I wanted to put on a play? She helped out with logistics. We did a street market? She took pictures.
She assigned us scrapbooks to make. She introduced us to classroom life, though not afraid to teach outside the classroom either. She got us writing stories and poems. Once after reading us an alphabet book, she gave us an assignment to do while we were all scattered in various locations: write and illustrate our own alphabet books.
From A is for Africa. Burkina Faso is in Africa. to Zebra. There are no zebras in Burkina Faso. we wrote. For some, I think we stretched our minds to think of things. Q was Niva Queen, a malaria medicine. The draft copy claimed it tasted yummy. When we were finished, the books were sent to the printshop. The first run tended to be "dedicated to my family," handwritten in by individual co-authors. Many were sent out to supporters, while Miss Farrell sent others to children in America.
She visited individual families as well, and later, when we came back to the states, would sometimes come by on furlough to show pictures and tell me how my friends were doing.
In 2001, she got sick with malaria, and God took her home.
I don't think any of us will forget her though.
I was six when she came to the Burkina center to spend time with the center children.
She gave us projects to do, and sometimes helped us with ours.
I wanted to put on a play? She helped out with logistics. We did a street market? She took pictures.
She assigned us scrapbooks to make. She introduced us to classroom life, though not afraid to teach outside the classroom either. She got us writing stories and poems. Once after reading us an alphabet book, she gave us an assignment to do while we were all scattered in various locations: write and illustrate our own alphabet books.
From A is for Africa. Burkina Faso is in Africa. to Zebra. There are no zebras in Burkina Faso. we wrote. For some, I think we stretched our minds to think of things. Q was Niva Queen, a malaria medicine. The draft copy claimed it tasted yummy. When we were finished, the books were sent to the printshop. The first run tended to be "dedicated to my family," handwritten in by individual co-authors. Many were sent out to supporters, while Miss Farrell sent others to children in America.
She visited individual families as well, and later, when we came back to the states, would sometimes come by on furlough to show pictures and tell me how my friends were doing.
In 2001, she got sick with malaria, and God took her home.
I don't think any of us will forget her though.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Preparing
It is by the grace of God I have a ticket. I think it wasn't until the fifth try that things finally all worked out.
Slowly other things have come together. Still other things are drawing to a close. Today I trained a replacement to work with Deborah at one of my housecleaning jobs. Today is also my last Daisy Girl Scout meeting. I will miss the girls a lot. I know that they are in good hands though. Not least because God has healed the husband of the head leader, enabling her to be free to teach again. Praise God for his health! She has been a dear friend of mine, as well as my own Girl Scout leader when I was younger.
It is hard to believe that I am leaving in a week -- unless I get pneumonia or hypothermia, suggestions from my younger sister on what she hopes will happen so I can stay here. :)
Slowly other things have come together. Still other things are drawing to a close. Today I trained a replacement to work with Deborah at one of my housecleaning jobs. Today is also my last Daisy Girl Scout meeting. I will miss the girls a lot. I know that they are in good hands though. Not least because God has healed the husband of the head leader, enabling her to be free to teach again. Praise God for his health! She has been a dear friend of mine, as well as my own Girl Scout leader when I was younger.
It is hard to believe that I am leaving in a week -- unless I get pneumonia or hypothermia, suggestions from my younger sister on what she hopes will happen so I can stay here. :)
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