From Eric Weaver
|Jodi Teaching with Q|
|Eric and his timeline|
The kids and I stay at home today, cleaning and preparing food, knowing we will loose electricity and water by noon. I crack down by nine in the morning and work furiously on my computer, cranking out letters to donors and writing updates for reports. I search for grant opportunities and try to connect with potential partners who might want to help us in our work here. Morgan is surprised at how much can get done when I am under pressure.
The kids take a bunch of silly photos and then they, too, get serious and do some schoolwork. I am pretty strict with them keeping up with some reading and writing and math. Morgan is working on some algebra that boggles the mind. I sure hope she doesn't need any help from me because, sadly, I am not able to do the stuff she is doing. I just pat her on the back and encourge her to keep going. Our host, Helene, said she can help if needed, so I am grateful for that.
After lunch, Morgan and I go downtown to check out the shops and to get our bearings. Helene takes us and introduces us to Mohammad (the pharmacist), Paddy (the green grocer), Shorty (the photocopy man), to the avocado man, the tangerine man, to Costs (the baker), and to a bunch of other people who all know and love her. It is a neat place, this Bulawayo!
The kids stay at home, playing with the Stambolie kids, having a blast. They find a red frog and chase each other with it, squealing and laughing. They run through the garden, get dirty and tired. By the time I get home, it is time to put them into the bathtub because they look like street urchins. Then, I try my hand at homemade tortillas, using mealiemeal, which is the only corn meal we can find here. They come out pretty good and we create a pseudo-mexian meal with the "tortillas", beans and sausage I had cooked up before, grated cheese, greek yogurt (instead of sour cream), and home made guacamole from the avocados we purchased in town. We eat voraciously when Jodi and Eric return from their training and share with John and Helene. They rave about the mexican food and I laugh, telling them that it is more like a mexican dream, not the reality. They love it, though, so we leave it at that.