Since November our kids have been missing their Chappell playmates, but they’ve gotten more and more into playing games with our neighbors. Today it was ring-around-the-rosey, freeze tag, and a triple jump game of unknown origin.
Our bird decided it was too good to live in a cage.
me: how are you?
edwin: I had malaria last night so I didn’t sleep well
Things to notice:
- Homemade cues
- Sliced rubber car hose bumpers
- Gambling station below the table
Hoku was given an old weed eater and wants to cut our grass. But he wants more pay (vs machete-cutting) to buy fuel. I spent 15 minutes explaining to him that (1) I don’t benefit from the machine so I can’t pay more, while (2) he saves time and energy, but lessens his profit. So we’ll see how he decides to cut. (In Menya time is not money.)
Sending Elizabeth and the kids off to our base for school testing.
Ever since we moved into Menya, we have marveled at the lack of ambition or consistent work-output among a people who are clearly fit and capable of great exertion. It seems strange that they have not accomplished more with their resources.