I Know You Are But What Am I?

                If you read our “recent” post, then you know how things were going 6 weeks ago.  Now let’s get caught up to speed.  We are now at the beginning of one of the coldest months of the year, but so far so good because it hasn’t been too bad yet.  We were recently talking about the fact that this time last year we had already been emotionally crushed by winter.  But every day that we wake up to see the sun, we know it is one less day of brutal coldness.

                As for the month of May, we have nothing exceptional to report.  Things are still going well at the primary school.  We received a couple boxes of donated books, and one of Sara’s 6^th graders has taken on the role of librarian with adorable enthusiasm.  At the high school, Matt has started a history club that is slowly growing in popularity, but with the second term ending soon he won’t have any more meetings until mid-July.

                Next week there will be a big community soccer tournament that we are helping organize.  If things go well, and it’s looking like they will, we should have some good photos to share online. 

                Our home has cemented its reputation among local kids as the place to be.  We recently had 15 kids hanging out after school.  It’s amusing to see what the kids perceive as “luxuries” in our home.  At various times, we have found kids mesmerized by Matt’s razor, a 2” by 3” camping mirror, Sara’s cheap Target wristwatch, and running water in our bathtub.  Not to mention our ipods, camera and laptop, all of which carry hypnotic powers.  As for our laptop, you wouldn’t believe which movie provides the most entertainment and garners the most requests . . . . Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure.  It’s disturbing how well we can now quote the movie from memory.

                Well that pretty much captures what’s going on these days in our world.  Sara’s parents arrive in two weeks, and we’re very excited to both share our experience with them and then to go on vacation. 

                We should probably promise to be better about blogging in the future, but we hate breaking promises so we don’t want to set ourselves up for failure.  Hope all is well, but it’s time I stop handwriting this blog post – Pee-Wee is about to find out there’s no basement in the Alamo. . . .