We survived another weekend. It seems like just yesterday was Sunday then before you know it is time to start the marathon weekend again. We began Saturday at 9:00am as we headed for La Caleta. Every time we go out there I am reminded that it won't be long before we take the airport exit instead of the La Caleta exit. The kids were sitting out of the church grounds on the curb waiting for us because they could not get into the church yard. My grand kids love machetes. We have seen them many times here being used to cut brush and bush growth off the mountain side but edging a flower bed with a machete is quite a trick:
The lesson went well and all of the kids were there on time - quite an unusual event. We left for Los Melinos - eating lunch on the way. The dad of the two little girls that play so well if finally back from some kind of a business trip so it was fun to see him again. The mom of the oh-so-cute baby brought us a chocolate dulce. It was all wrapped up so and looked a little like a bundt cake so I assumed it was flan. (Their favorite dessert here) It turned out to be a delicious chocolate cake that Scott keeps frozen so it will last longer. These people are amazing. They may have nothing but want to give you what they do have.
So we have two recitals this coming weekend so we had practices today. Oh my! At Hainamosa the recital students all showed up at different times and the chapel was full of priesthood meeting guys. We had the program and were just going to run through it with them so they knew what to do since they had no idea. Well that didn't work very well! Couldn't get in to practice on the piano in the chapel nor could we get the kids all together at one time. It's enough to give you ulcers...
But the Dominicans never worry about things like that. Anyway between the two classes there we didn't get home until 9:00pm. I don't know if it was the heat or what but we were both exhausted. We pulled into the parking lot and just sat in the car hoping we would be miraculously transported into the apartment. We looked at each other and said, "Let's go to our own ward tomorrow." We were both too tired to even think about taking 4-8 kids to church before our lessons on Sunday.
Sunday - Mother's day. Mothers are so very important in the formation of a normal, healthy society and a happy family life. It seems like a thankless job sometimes but I treasure being a mother to our ten kids more than anything. We are so grateful for the good mothers our daughters and daughter-in-laws are!
It was very nice to hear a Sunday School lesson in English and see many of our missionary friends that attend this ward. Grabbed some lunch and studied on our way to San Cristobal. These students are the other recital this coming weekend. These people really are not ready for a recital but the Bishop wants them to play because it is their ward conference. Well that would be fine but many of them had changed their minds about the numbers they wanted to play; and couldn't even play them. Of course that isn't a problem for them. We are the only ones that worry about that kind of a thing here. I can't even imagine how this is going to turn out.
Carlos and Lucianny are brother and sister and two of my favorites. Their parents were in the class but quit after the conducting class:
So we have two recitals this coming weekend so we had practices today. Oh my! At Hainamosa the recital students all showed up at different times and the chapel was full of priesthood meeting guys. We had the program and were just going to run through it with them so they knew what to do since they had no idea. Well that didn't work very well! Couldn't get in to practice on the piano in the chapel nor could we get the kids all together at one time. It's enough to give you ulcers...
But the Dominicans never worry about things like that. Anyway between the two classes there we didn't get home until 9:00pm. I don't know if it was the heat or what but we were both exhausted. We pulled into the parking lot and just sat in the car hoping we would be miraculously transported into the apartment. We looked at each other and said, "Let's go to our own ward tomorrow." We were both too tired to even think about taking 4-8 kids to church before our lessons on Sunday.
Sunday - Mother's day. Mothers are so very important in the formation of a normal, healthy society and a happy family life. It seems like a thankless job sometimes but I treasure being a mother to our ten kids more than anything. We are so grateful for the good mothers our daughters and daughter-in-laws are!
It was very nice to hear a Sunday School lesson in English and see many of our missionary friends that attend this ward. Grabbed some lunch and studied on our way to San Cristobal. These students are the other recital this coming weekend. These people really are not ready for a recital but the Bishop wants them to play because it is their ward conference. Well that would be fine but many of them had changed their minds about the numbers they wanted to play; and couldn't even play them. Of course that isn't a problem for them. We are the only ones that worry about that kind of a thing here. I can't even imagine how this is going to turn out.
Carlos and Lucianny are brother and sister and two of my favorites. Their parents were in the class but quit after the conducting class:
What a joy this class has been! Bishop Polanco probably sets the tone for the attitudes of these kids and he is wonderful. He must have had a difficult Sunday though because he was about an hour late and came in looking pretty disheveled. Heaven only knows how this recital will turn out. I'm hoping it's like those Primary programs you practice for and the kids are terrible at the rehearsal but actually do a great job.
We were discouraged until we got to Oriental to teach and their stake president had purchased 10 new tables for the keyboards to be set up on. So the classroom was all set up and ready to go. No using chairs for tables this week! Three of our former students were there helping us so it was so much easier than it could have been. Each time I stopped to listen to someone playing a piece I was amazed how well they were doing. Then I just got this warm feeling of peace in the storm of 17 keyboards playing and I knew that the Lord was blessing these students as we had asked Him to do.
That's the two sides of the room - five tables on each side.
One thing I forgot to mention is that Steve Spencer from Felt and Spencer rehab-where my volleyball girls spent half of their life- is here with another doctor doing a wheelchair training. It was fun to see him here. He comes down to the Caribbean often to do volunteer work.
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