Meanwhile, we are plugging along with the bureaucratic nightmare called the Children's District Office. There is a new step in the process of getting our CCI Registration. It is a simple one, just one that requires a mountain of paperwork. Tony and I share exasperation and eye rolls, but know this will not be a deterrent to get us to the final step. We anticipate getting in our final application by the end of this month, and being approved before December 31.
After running around, Tony casually said "Let us go get Jacinta at the Hospital". "WHAT?" I barked. Tony laughed, knowing that when he dropped his poor wife off for a check up, this would take three hours. He also knew what my reaction would be. Sure enough, we got to the Hospital, and there was Jacinta, looking exhausted and OVER it all. She has high blood pressure, her legs are swollen and she has been ordered to bed. After dropping her off, I lectured Tony about staying with his wife. "I can get around on my own. (Yeah, riiiiiight). You need to stay with your wife and forget I am here, until this little girl is born." Tony scoffed and told me if he is not going to be with me, he will simply be in Kiserian. "I cannot stay home." OK, I really do believe him, so off we went on errands. Funny thing, though. Tony is forgetting his phone, forgetting the order of his errands and leaving things behind to such a degree that we have to turn around to go back and get them. This, of course, does not bother me. It actually makes me feel more normal. As I was finishing up in the local supermarket, one of my friends there told me Tony was in the store. We met out front - me with supplies, him with yogurt and chocolate. "Jacinta called. She wants so many things. She needs sweets, lots of sweets. And when she says she wants biscuits, they can't be any biscuits. They have to be specific." We laughed about all of this as we headed back to his house. Tony left the car running and I objected. "Tony, is that soap opera on today?" We both cracked up.
Back to WWC we went. I was whining about there being no directions on the tent I had purchased yesterday for the kids. Tony was incredulous. "Simmie! What is wrong with you!" haha He was right of course... I was looking for things that don't exist anymore....things like ropes, poles etc... It was a pop up tent, and we adults had a lot of fun playing in it before the kids got home.
At 4:00pm, Pauline and I headed to Ereteti to pick up the kids. I park over to the side of the property, right where the children expect us to be. As I was standing there greeting them, one by one, two of their teachers stopped to talk to me about their progress. They are all doing exceptionally well. Each child has risen in rank, and both teachers exclaimed how HAPPY they are all. They were full of praise for Watoto World Center. "See that sassy woman over there? (Pauline). She deserves ALL the credit." We all had such a funny chat, while the children sat in the van, patiently waiting to go home.
I will say it again: We are blessed.
We have a busy day tomorrow. I have promised computer lessons, card games, football and more balloons. In return, I have been promised chapati. It's Saturday, after all.
Good night from East Africa. It has been yet another wonderful day here in Kenya.
Nawapenda wote,
Simmie and Catherine
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