A quiet day, Passy is gone to her sister’s wedding and Vincent has the weekend off. We painted yellow triangles for a couple of hours this morning while Amnon painted Passy’s place and generally tried to look busy.
We bought a frozen chicken on our last shopping trip, a scrawny bird but the first one we have seen that didn’t still have its feathers. Compared to this one those tiny rotisserie chickens at home look like Thanksgiving turkeys but I set out to cut it up of three meals and spent the afternoon cooking. I fried the thighs and drumsticks for one cold lunch, boned the breasts for dinner and boiled the rest for chicken and rice.
After cleaning up we got a visit from Rose and Chris from Kinyara. I really enjoy them. They stopped in to see the mural and chat a bit. Then it was time to get serious about dinner. We had purchased a cast metal pot and lid at Masindi market that we hoped would do duty as an oven and Connie tried making baking powder biscuits – successfully!! So we have a new appliance. I cooked the beasts and made gravy to go with the mashed potatoes and corn. A real home-cooked meal and one to remember.
I finally bathed, having given up waiting for a storm. Perhaps the rains have ended? We paid two of the Congolese kids Ush500 each to wash the motorcycles. With our water delivery and all we muzungu are becoming a cottage industry. The hyrax are screaming signaling the end of another day.
There have been lapses between my entries and will likely be many more. As J.R.R. Tolkein observed, “Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway. They stayed long in that good house, fourteen days a least, and they found it hard to leave . . . Yet there is little to tell about their stay.”
So it is here as we settle into a routine, different from what others would describe as “routine” but, never-the-less, familiar to us.
