Les Tomates

Tomato ladies. So the other night Barb and I were sitting on the porch swatting mosquitoes and dreaming of ordering a pizza. HA (that was a Pastor Scott laugh). Were trying to figure out how we would give directions to people’s homes for delivery… if in fact there were a pizza place that delivered. If in fact there were a pizza place. If in fact anyone knew what a pizza was. (untrue, you can get something that resembles a pizza at both restaurants in town). We imagined sending them to Brian and Chirsty’s place (see new link in “people I love”, more on them later). “Ok, so deliver the pizza to the second or third street after the bigger soccer field, pass the moto repair place… well, maybe it’s not moto repairs… maybe it’s just a resting spot for moto drivers… pass them, go to the place where the road splits, take the one on the left, it looks more like a bike path. Then pass the house with the cement walls with diamond shapes in it… it might be the next house or the next house. It’s cement, with a rust-coloured gates, and the trim on the windows is painted blue. But you can’t see that part because it’s behind the wall.” Those are the actual directions I was given when I called Christy. As for our house, that’s an easy delivery! Take the main road. Turn when you reach the tomato lady corner. first house on the right after the pig hole with working lights… unfortunately the tomato ladies leave after the sun sets, so you’ll just have to guess which corner it is, and it’s dry season now, so the pig hole is gone.

This morning I went to church with the Crocker family up to Tamburma-land… I love church under a tree. However, there is one draw-back. There are lots of interruptions! In the middle of prayer time, who should wander into our midst? One big fat pig. Benjamin chased him away, much to everyone’s amusement.. Ben is just over a year old. Not much later, three Banty chickens wandered into our circle. Not more than 5 mins later a flock of Pentads walked right past us… they are NOISEY! (you can find some of them at the Peterborough Zoo, right behind the playground equipment, it’s that random looking pen that looks as if there’s nothing in it.) There’s one yelling right now outside the window!
I love going out to the village for church. This is the one with the CRAZY mountain pass (see picture) and the area where people live in tatas (little castle homes).

I found out that Lynn’s 70!

ok, too hot to type, going to stop, will write more despite what the second post says… ok ok, I wrote it first.