Just for today, Monday, November 18
Outside my window...rain. And lots of it. It’s been pouring since 6:00 this morning. In an effort to conserve our solar powered batteries, we told the girls no piano practice today. And we can’t check email in the rain because the BGAN unit needs to be outside with a clear line of sight to the satellite.
On my bookshelf… Blue Shoes and Happiness by Alexander McCall Smith. Sarah gave me this book from the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series, and it was the perfect light read to begin our village stay.
Around the house...members of the Sunday School are raising money by doing work for people in the village. We’ve hired them to bring fresh “coral gravel” (broken, bleached out coral that has washed up on the shore) and pour it underneath our house to keep things clean. Even in the pouring rain, people are bringing bag after bag. I left a huge bowl of popcorn down there to refresh them as they work.
From the learning rooms...Katherine is reading about Charlemagne, learning about the parts of plants and how they reproduce, discovering geometry basics in Teaching Textbooks 7, and creating a plot diagram for Black Horses for the King; Olivia is studying the 1960s, reading the classic Cry, the Beloved Country, discovering polyatomic molecules in chemistry, and working on Analytic Geometry in Pre-Calculus.
Delighting my ears… “A Feather on the Breath of God” by Hildegard. The 1000s are just around the corner in history for Katherine, and I love the word picture of my life yielding to the slightest breath of God.
Pondering these words… “Discernment does not change the challenges we face; it changes our ability to face them.” ~Hannah Anderson, All That’s Good
A few plans for the rest of the week...Aaron wants to walk the two miles to the other end of our island to help with the school workday on Wednesday. He also hopes to find Gesu, the typist for the translation team, and talk to him about Baison hosting the team next week for a workshop. Whenever we get sunshine and the ground dries out a little bit, our family will haul some dirt from the soccer field to fill up the busted canoe we just got from friends. It’s a new “raised bed” for the tomato seedlings I started in Honiara.
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