Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The meal and the birthday party were very enjoyable. The chicken was very good! Cooked with noodles over rice it was quite enjoyable. I tried the fish, but out of courtesy to those who really like fish, gave up a major portion of mine to others (I am so considerate!) We finished with coffee, tea and Milo (like ovaltine) I introduced them to mocha by suggesting chocolate in the coffee. They tried it, but didn’t seem overly impressed. However, since I had introduced it, from now on it will be called Michigan Style coffee.
Whatever I ate, must have really set me off, however (this bit is written the next day). Last night I had the most vivid dreams I’ve had in a long time. Something about an Islamic messiah who was being raised from the dead, but instead of a tomb, it was my camping tent in the back yard. It got stranger than that, but you get the idea. I think it was the spirit of the chicken haunting my dreams.
The rest of the day has gone well despite the strange rest overnight. I finished up my lecture section of the class and tomorrow come the sermons. Three Thursday, Three Friday. The men turned in their outlines and I must say I was very favorably impressed, especially with the ones by Japeth, Raymond and Moses. The three that preach tomorrow.
In the afternoon I helped Jonathan gather lumber and then rip and plane it down to size for building a screen door for the flat. We had a good time working together and the wood is beautiful. It has a mahogany / teak quality to it. Very beautiful. I also made the walk down to the store with Jeff later in the afternoon. All in all, a fairly relaxed day.
A joke from last night told by Lesly:
There was a man from the highlands of PNG who had the traditional hole through his nose for keeping a bone in it. He had the bone out, just the hole. A fly was buzzing around his head and kept passing through the hole in his nose. The fly did this several times when the man had enough. He waited for the fly to come toward the hole again. Plugged one side of his nose and blew his nose through the other nostril. Then he said to the fly, “Do you think I am your shortcut!?
This, apparently is uproariously funny to Bouganvillians. It is, admittedly much funnier when told by Lesly and acted out rather than put on paper.