Poor kiddos look like they have a case of measles. They don’t. It’s bug bites. Agnes will get us mosquito nets for our beds. I think, mostly, those are necessary in malaria territory, which we are not. Someone had said before we left that I should bulk up on Vitamin B12, then the bugs won’t like our blood. I have been using B complex for a long time and I have no mosquito bites.
We went to the market for Jim’s OR shoes again. Someone adopted them. Turns out, no more size 12 available. Jims says he’s feeling a bit like a medical student, learning so many new things. He watched a urethroplasty today. Not a surgery he typically participates in, but as there happens to be three surgeons at the hospital at present, he has some interesting opportunities.
Zach practices his medical skills at home. He pulls out my stethoscope, with the bell in the wrong direction over my heart, and tells me, “you gonna live”. Phew, I was worried. He was worried going to bed because of another insect. Jim put the praying mantis outside. I’m quick on eliminating spiders, but the indoor crickets don’t worry me.
Did I tell you about the smell of Africa? Like a continuous bonfire. Off the plane I thought it smelled sweet. The smokiness offends my senses, occasionally overwhelms me. What would it be like to sit over a fire making chai tea, or stewed sheep? It’s hard for me to throw away the plastics, tin, cardboard, and paper. I told Agnes that we wash many things to put them into recycling, so they can reuse the material for something new. She wasn’t familiar and reassured me that it was okay, they burn everything and I don’t have to waste my time washing things here.
We went to the local church yesterday…it seems to me there a lot of similiarities in North American format, but the harmonizing is from heaven. I didn’t understand a word they sang, but I could sit there for two hours without complaint. I recognized a couple words: watoto means children, mazuri means fine, and Kristo means Christ. When walking home, a drunk fellow grabbed Hannah’s hand to say hello, then wouldn’t leave our side, despite Jim’s insistence. Finally at the station gates, he pushed him away with a firm go.
Things I would bring with me again: paper towel. Okay, I know it’s not environmental to use, but you try sopping up milk on the floor with nothing. I’d also bring a decent potato peeler, mine is dull. And a whisk. Even I am surprised that I am living without my Tassimo, or french press. The instant coffee is so good. I won’t lie though, I’m looking forward to a latte at Blenz.