Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Just standing out in the community is also a stressor. There is a saying that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame, well we have 2+ years. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is bad. There is no anonymity and people I have never met know my name and call me over to their yard. We live in a fishbowl. This means that if we walk by a friend’s house and do not stop by or if we do not take the time to talk to someone who wants to, people know immediately. People also make unexpected assumptions about us due to our skin color, such as we are rich, have knowledge about or can fix everything, and that no matter the problem we want to help. Sometimes this is an advantage and sometimes a disadvantage, but it is a hard transition coming from a larger population. If I am lonely, all I have to do is go for a walk and inevitably someone will stop and talk.
All right, enough prattling on.
Friday, March 9, 2012
I know we are long overdue for some good quality posts and after this one that will still be the case. With the constant traveling I have been doing (Maun for regionals Feb. 17-29th, 2 weeks in Molepolole (with a trip back to Hukuntsi on the weekend) for a couple of workshops, and now in Gaborone for more x-rays of Tracy's foot) and the constrast of Tracy not being able to leave the house unless someone picks her up in a 4 wheel drive, we have not had time nor energy to write up the humdrum of our lives. Until now!!! I shaved off the beard. Tracy thinks it has been more than 5 years since I was last shorn to this extent. That means this is the first time my nieces and newphews get to see the youngish uncle John and retain memories of it. Tracy says I still look like an old man - the crows feet are a give away... heh. Enjoy and we plan to write more, but this is what we always say...
Love you all, John