Just like that - it's over...
This was a nice, relaxing but way too short weekend. We didn't do much around here and it was wonderful! Tomorrow will be a big flying day for Sean and I'm going to be pretty busy myself. This week we will host a work group for a meal, have Bible study here at my house, have a work team here at the house welding together some roofing for our back patio, try to keep the work team energized with snacks, have an MAF base meeting, and try to meet with the Ecuadorian pilots and mechanics to try to get them started on support raising. That is what is on the calendar - I know a myraid of other things will come up as well. I used to have nothing to do....
The kittens aren't doing so well. There were five originally. Now we're down to 2. Luckily, Brooklyn either doesn't get it or doesn't care. I suppose Sean's method of dealing with it does make it seem rather ordinary and unemotional - he just tosses the little dead ones into the jungle grass next door. Just like my dad(only there wasn't jungle grass, of course). Men.
Eulalia, our maid, came by on Friday. She was turning in her keys. She's still in a lot of pain and has some pretty scary things going on. I'm really concerned. She wanted us to have the keys back in case we wanted to find someone new. She won't be able to work for another two months minimum - if ever again. I promised her she'd always have work if she gets well and wants to come back. I'm worried about her and wish there was more I could do to help.
So...we have a new maid...her name is Rebecca. I have a sneaking suspicion that her work won't be nearly as good. It certainly won't get done in so efficient a manner. But, then again, she don't get much pay either...
The kittens aren't doing so well. There were five originally. Now we're down to 2. Luckily, Brooklyn either doesn't get it or doesn't care. I suppose Sean's method of dealing with it does make it seem rather ordinary and unemotional - he just tosses the little dead ones into the jungle grass next door. Just like my dad(only there wasn't jungle grass, of course). Men.
Eulalia, our maid, came by on Friday. She was turning in her keys. She's still in a lot of pain and has some pretty scary things going on. I'm really concerned. She wanted us to have the keys back in case we wanted to find someone new. She won't be able to work for another two months minimum - if ever again. I promised her she'd always have work if she gets well and wants to come back. I'm worried about her and wish there was more I could do to help.
So...we have a new maid...her name is Rebecca. I have a sneaking suspicion that her work won't be nearly as good. It certainly won't get done in so efficient a manner. But, then again, she don't get much pay either...
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