New developments? Not too many (That was my monologue.) Not too much has occured since my return from Nicaragua. I am back on site and and enjoying the regiment and balance of work, gym, prayer and leisure. I felt a little off kilter for a while when the ministry site was on summer vacation; but school is back in session and the year has begun full swing.
With that said, the parties with work companions has picked back up, for better or for worse...On Thursday, after work, Yerilyn (pronounced "jerilynn") called to invite me to a party at her house on Friday after work. I graciously accepted the invitation. On Friday I asked more details such as where are we going, when are we leaving and should I bring anything. The party, I was told was for Sylvia (who happens to be pregnant) so I asked if I should pick a small gift in her honor..."if you'd like." So picked up a bib and hopped on the bus with some co-workers. We arrived, and it was chock-full of coworkers of the school...all of whom were women. Yes. I arrived to a baby shower disguised as a "fiesta." The first hour or so made me feel like a pork chop in a synogogue. But as the time passed, it proved to be somewhat comical and cultural. At all baby showers or "un te" as they call here, the first gift selected by the closed-eye soon-to-be-mother indicates the person who will have a baby next...without fail my gift was selected which proved for a laugh and some discussion.
I redeemed myself on Saturday evening by catching a viewing of "Slumdog Millionaire" before The Oscars. I enjoyed the movie; but perhaps more, I enjoyed the half caramel corn/ half salt popcorn in my lap. It was solid; but I am a Ben Button fan and I wanted that to win. Please, feel free to comment. I hope you who are reading this are all well!
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I hope the soon-to-be mother's prediction does not come true just yet. I am looking forward to visiting you and your newfound country soon. Happy Fat Tuesday. Have a few paczis for me. Do they have paczis, Polish donuts, in c.r.?
Love,
Mama
"pork chop in a synagogue," I like that! That is good sit-com material, Ed. Being the only man, I'm sure you were also a tall drink of water in that desert full of women (not as good).
I loved Slumdog so much that I got into some Indian music, compliments of my friend Roshni Patel (if you can believe that).
P.S. Kait got into Oklahoma City, so I think she's headed thataway. I told her you'd be excited, though not as excited as if she were headed to FLA.
Do Good Be Good y Feliz Martes Gordo!?
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