Who's Next?

Who's next. WHO'S NEXT??? we wonder...Rodge, Bron, and Brent have all come down with some fever/stomach bug in turn, in age order, even, and we're wondering who will be next to fall. My stomach has definitely been strange, but I'm not sick at the moment. I keep coming through these things unscathed and I marvel at my good health so far while here in Ukraine. Thank God for that. I can praise Him when I'm sick, too, but it's obviously nice not to be. (sick).

Deb is so cool. She takes the quirkiest interruptions with the greatest spirit. She might say differently, but I get to see her reactions of consistent grace and joy, and it inspires me. Today people came in the morning to measure the house, and then she needed to go to Khagarlik nearby to get a stamp with Svetlana, and this afternoon there was a "Women's Day" celebration in town that she needed to go to, and of course laundry, laundry, laundry...Go with the flow...

So here I stand at the window, pondering the universe but not knowing at all what to write in the five or so minutes remaining. Yesterday before Bron got sick we curled each other's hair. We got through the whole time without burning or maiming each other (well, Bron burned herself, but it wasn't severe). So that was good. We looked so alike when we were done! It was really funny. It helped that we were both wearing gray shirts, I suppose. I felt a little like Shirley Temple. It's been eons since I curled my hair. It was so relaxing, despite the proximity of the scorching hot curling iron to my head, that I almost dozed off. Ahhh. Therapy.