Blog pressure

Okay, okay. All of you who have been emailing us saying we haven't updated the blog, we know. We are one month away from coming home, and things are getting a little frantic. Our car, little Topapa ("be patient"), has a For Sale sign on it, sadly enough. We have had such fun in that car! Our friend Fr. Matthias returned from the USA and was kidnapped by the archibishop to be a vice chancellor, whatever that is. He now wears a collar all the time; we had never seen him in one before. Bead sales continue, beaders tell sad stories, and success stories too. Mostly, Eric tacked on a week to his visit and has been making himself useful. He experienced an African stomach bug (about half our visitors have had this memorable experience), and then chronic hiccups cured only by his mother's advice: drink water upside down. Despite trips to the bathroom he has written an entire library program for Sister Schools - the orphanage in Kajjansi is the first beneficiary, but not the last.

So life for us goes on. We will try to be better correspondents in the next few weeks.

Per those questions about how we will feel leaving: both things are true. We will miss Uganda horribly: our friends here and their open faces, the little parafin lamps at night on the walk to Pavement Tandoori, the "jams," the color, the dust - the difference! We are on a round of dinner with Ugandan friends.

But we will be so happy to see our family, those growing grandkids with missing teeth and new inches, Sarah's new house, Anna about to be married, Kate the teacher - oh, we are anxious to see all. And to see the Northwest and friends: the mountain hikes, a hug for the kayaks, dinners at Fred and Robin's and Taz's, rush tickets at the Rep.

But not yet. We are very much still here, soaking it up, eating matoke and savoring each adventure as it comes. Even if it doesn't appear in the blog.