Rolling with the Punches

George punched me in the face this morning. After kneeing me in the solar plexis (I didnt know he was that flexible honestly), we were in the office. We have been eating these HooHa bars (which I have a sneaky suspicion are actually "fatten up the starving children" bars) and have been running around shouting "HOOHA" and leaping out at each other from bushes. Anyway he was behind me and I was walking out of the office and I hear a whoosh and then a "HOOHA" behind me, and I turn to see what new thing he is springing on me and he PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE. And then! I squeal in pain and Ed comes storming out of the office and tells me to keep it down, so we slink outside giggling.

In actuality, the generator was on all day and it was amazing how productive we were. I wrote an entire first draft of an entire section of the proposal, which sounds like it was not that much work, but it was, and I found and summarized and created a spreadsheet for a list of Diocese buildings, parishes, schools, and health centers. Go me!
Neesha is having trouble with the fact that none of the statistics we have match up, which Ed says is the point. I understand her though. I found a website claiming that 144% of Sudanese people have access to health care.

I keep learning new things about people; primarily by snooping on them but I was forced to snoop so I feel that is excused. I helped Lucy get people's beds and rooms made up (we had lots of guests come yesterday) and part of that required moving Jerome out of one tent and into another. As all his clothing was piled on his bed, I thought he was in the shower. I was wrong. But it turns out that Jerome is a big (well, small, 5'6'' size) softy. He reads romance novels with titles like "Wildflower Bird" and "The Winchester Affair" and today, when I lent him my Ipod he was listening to Shania Twain. He says he likes to learn about girls, not date them. I'm not quite sure what that means. But he was definately humming along. Softy.

Abigail is engaged!! and has a 4 year old boy named Innocent who lives with her mother in Kenya. She is hoping to get married in December, because her fiancee is at school. I was so excited for her! Both her and Lucy work so hard (6-11) every day and dont get enough sleep or food. I try and help when I can but they are still on their feet all the time. So I'm teaching them songs. So far I have only managed to teach them one: Dominic the Donkey, and Lucy cant really remember the words so she just wanders around making the Donkey noise for the chorus, which is hilarious.

Its like a family here. Emmauel and Joseph have a car you have to push to start every single time and so every morning we have to all get behind and push, and unless its going downhill it doesnt start, and Jerome yells expletives and the car put put puts up the driveway. Ydo wanders around with a cup of coffee in his hand, and Lucy wanders back and forth between the tents and the office, and Abigail sits under the trees peeling potatoes or kneading chapati bread. The French Guy wanders around looking shy and sweet, the workers wheel their wagons and wheelbarrows back and forth between the fields and the stone quarry behind the office, and Tiadoneus types away in his office, periodically sticking his head in the door to give a jolly "hel-lo!"Susan pats me on the back everytime she sees me and we have tea together and sometimes Margaret from Lokichoggio joins us. Its homey. Too bad I have to go to Juba on Sunday to see Ed off. I dont like Juba. It is dusty and hotter and busier and not as friendly. Torit is glorious.