Another interesting day that began with AltaGracie, one of the workers here, knocking on our door. She was downstairs cleaning and could smell gas, which she tracked down as coming from our apartment. She thought we must have a leaky hose. About the same time the manager of the workers called and said he was coming up to check on the gas smell. We had turned the gas off during the night but this morning I turned it on so I could use the stove. Guess they were concerned about the building blowing up because they had that hose off before you knew what was going on and Danny was on his way to get a new hose. I wonder if there is any connection between there being a gas leak and how tired we have been the last few days. It's all fixed now though! Now if the air conditioner man would come we would have everything working - probably not though because something else would just quit working!
Speaking of cooking the chicken - - I always boil a whole chicken to make soup and have done so many times here. They always keep the gizzards, livers, etc and make separate packages. Well this time there was a bag stuffed down inside the chicken. Pulled it out and this is what was in there:
Yes, all neatly bagged were two chicken feet and I have no idea what that other thing was. I have never seen chicken feet up close. Did you know they have toenails?
Weird how much this looks like a persons hands. The thought of someone eating that just makes me sick! I have seen the workers food when they warm it up here and have seen a chicken foot in barbecue sauce - which is bad, but seeing it raw adds a whole new dimension to icky. Scott says the foot is nothing, wait until you see a chicken head floating in soup with the eye open and looking at you. Think I'll pass on that one, if possible. However, Scott asked Alta Gracie if she wanted them and she said "Sure." So we have a new home for the chicken feet. ..
Last night Elder Mahon told us he had volunteered us to do a choir class at the Institute. We hoped he was joking but today he called and had set up a meeting with the Institute director. Sometimes you just have to laugh - not around Scott though because he doesn't think it is very funny. I am convinced he could teach anything with the Lord's help. Of course neither of us sing so we would have to find some capable help. We'll see what happens tomorrow.
Sometimes it seems that we have just left our family and gained a new one here. Many times a day William, Wilton, and Alta Gracie are up here for one reason or the other. It is great to be able to help them when we can. While one of them is here talking the phone rings to let one of the others into our building to come up. They have all been sick over the past week with some kind of flu. At least I can ask them some questions now. Don't understand half of what they say though. We have really grown to love them. Timilia's husband is in Haiti for a week so he came to ask us to watch out for her.
It has been another downpour rain day! For an hour it was just like the hurricane weather that hit last month with strong winds and pouring rain that gushes down the streets or floods areas it can't run out of. This last two or three weeks has been the stormiest weather we have had here. It ends in November they say.
At the temple tonight was a young woman from Guyana who is leaving next month to go to a mission in California. The sister missionaries were with her. It was a sweet experience to be there with them.
We also have two new family members - the Yturraldes. Their internet has been down so they come every day for three or four hours and use our internet. We just go to bed and tell them to turn out the lights and lock up. They have been great friends and neighbors. When we got home from the temple they were here. Elder Yturralde asked "And where have you kids been?" "It's about time you got home!" He and Scott harass each other constantly.
Speaking of cooking the chicken - - I always boil a whole chicken to make soup and have done so many times here. They always keep the gizzards, livers, etc and make separate packages. Well this time there was a bag stuffed down inside the chicken. Pulled it out and this is what was in there:
Last night Elder Mahon told us he had volunteered us to do a choir class at the Institute. We hoped he was joking but today he called and had set up a meeting with the Institute director. Sometimes you just have to laugh - not around Scott though because he doesn't think it is very funny. I am convinced he could teach anything with the Lord's help. Of course neither of us sing so we would have to find some capable help. We'll see what happens tomorrow.
Sometimes it seems that we have just left our family and gained a new one here. Many times a day William, Wilton, and Alta Gracie are up here for one reason or the other. It is great to be able to help them when we can. While one of them is here talking the phone rings to let one of the others into our building to come up. They have all been sick over the past week with some kind of flu. At least I can ask them some questions now. Don't understand half of what they say though. We have really grown to love them. Timilia's husband is in Haiti for a week so he came to ask us to watch out for her.
It has been another downpour rain day! For an hour it was just like the hurricane weather that hit last month with strong winds and pouring rain that gushes down the streets or floods areas it can't run out of. This last two or three weeks has been the stormiest weather we have had here. It ends in November they say.
At the temple tonight was a young woman from Guyana who is leaving next month to go to a mission in California. The sister missionaries were with her. It was a sweet experience to be there with them.
We also have two new family members - the Yturraldes. Their internet has been down so they come every day for three or four hours and use our internet. We just go to bed and tell them to turn out the lights and lock up. They have been great friends and neighbors. When we got home from the temple they were here. Elder Yturralde asked "And where have you kids been?" "It's about time you got home!" He and Scott harass each other constantly.
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