superspeed meetings
I just ran PCO school subcommittee through the fastest damn meeting they've ever experienced. I was blunt and quick and we booked right through. I make no friends, take no prisoners, and we get a hell of a lot accomplished.
Last night was Gillian's last night ... wish I had my camera as it was a very good time for all. The only glitch for me was when Emmanuel didn't want to go to the agreed-to place (The Red Kitchen) and wouldn't tell me why. He rambled on and on saying nothing and I turned to Dayton and asked him to interpret the bullshit and he could. Good skills. Valuable skills. I'll definitely keep him around - that may be able to keep me from committing violence on the director of the peace organization. There was some drinking and dancing and laughing. Too loud music, but I'm just old I think.
A funny thing was when we first got there and some slightly-crazy guy was trying to say something to me that I couldn't understand and Wesley just emerged from the shadows to say quietly into my ear, "Don't mind," and led me away. Wesley is the mystery drummer and cultural liaison who somehow quietly and respectfully attached himself to me - appearing when I least expect it. Though, I did expect it this morning and he didn't let me down. He showed up and stood for a long time and then eventually said he wanted to show me something. I met his very pregnant girlfriend and brother, whom he said he had told much about me (what exactly would he have told them? We've never had a conversation) and said he wants us to celebrate our birthday together next weekend and offered his house and I could invite whomever I want, etc. That was so sweet and touching. I was planning to go out of town that weekend, my last possible, but now I feel like I should stick around. How cool that we have the same birthday - and just an interesting relationship anyway. (There was a minute when he introduced me when I thought, oh crap, they're going to encourage polygamy too - but he's never been like that, and they were going to church. He's just ... he's so incredibly hot that I can't imagine women not throwing themselves at him regularly.)
Every weekday morning on camp there are early morning devotions at 4:00 AM! It is horrible! I thought I was waking to a nightmare with the drumming and then chanting and singing - and I'm sure there was dancing, too. Who the hell sings and dances at 4:00 am to start their day celebrating Jesus? Craziness. So, I'm running on little sleep, making me testier than usual. Yesterday PCO staff was talking about how they really don't want me to leave, how could I extend my time, etc. And it was sweet and touching and surprising - Madison started it, and I am usually not very nice to him. "Yes, but you're lively!" Crazy. In some ways it feels like I've been here forever.
I just sprained my ankle again - same ankle. I try to walk carefully. Sigh. Pain.
OK, I think I want some mango, yum. It's the best mango here I've ever had. Ever. And the open sewers are there to really enhance the flavor.
Last night was Gillian's last night ... wish I had my camera as it was a very good time for all. The only glitch for me was when Emmanuel didn't want to go to the agreed-to place (The Red Kitchen) and wouldn't tell me why. He rambled on and on saying nothing and I turned to Dayton and asked him to interpret the bullshit and he could. Good skills. Valuable skills. I'll definitely keep him around - that may be able to keep me from committing violence on the director of the peace organization. There was some drinking and dancing and laughing. Too loud music, but I'm just old I think.
A funny thing was when we first got there and some slightly-crazy guy was trying to say something to me that I couldn't understand and Wesley just emerged from the shadows to say quietly into my ear, "Don't mind," and led me away. Wesley is the mystery drummer and cultural liaison who somehow quietly and respectfully attached himself to me - appearing when I least expect it. Though, I did expect it this morning and he didn't let me down. He showed up and stood for a long time and then eventually said he wanted to show me something. I met his very pregnant girlfriend and brother, whom he said he had told much about me (what exactly would he have told them? We've never had a conversation) and said he wants us to celebrate our birthday together next weekend and offered his house and I could invite whomever I want, etc. That was so sweet and touching. I was planning to go out of town that weekend, my last possible, but now I feel like I should stick around. How cool that we have the same birthday - and just an interesting relationship anyway. (There was a minute when he introduced me when I thought, oh crap, they're going to encourage polygamy too - but he's never been like that, and they were going to church. He's just ... he's so incredibly hot that I can't imagine women not throwing themselves at him regularly.)
Every weekday morning on camp there are early morning devotions at 4:00 AM! It is horrible! I thought I was waking to a nightmare with the drumming and then chanting and singing - and I'm sure there was dancing, too. Who the hell sings and dances at 4:00 am to start their day celebrating Jesus? Craziness. So, I'm running on little sleep, making me testier than usual. Yesterday PCO staff was talking about how they really don't want me to leave, how could I extend my time, etc. And it was sweet and touching and surprising - Madison started it, and I am usually not very nice to him. "Yes, but you're lively!" Crazy. In some ways it feels like I've been here forever.
I just sprained my ankle again - same ankle. I try to walk carefully. Sigh. Pain.
OK, I think I want some mango, yum. It's the best mango here I've ever had. Ever. And the open sewers are there to really enhance the flavor.
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