Monthly Archives: March 2007

…jiggety jig. Home, and busy greeting MrsPages and the little pages. See you in a few days.

Well, not actually manana, but tomorrow afternoon we move to Managua to spend the night before getting the airport dreadfully early on Wednesday morning. So, this is my last post from in-country. Tomorrow morning is work morning to clean up … Continue reading →

Howdy all. We spent the last two days catching up on some tourista things, getting home late both days, so I haven’t been able to post anything. I plan on entering my notes and diary entries even after we get … Continue reading →

Marco is back and doing well. They think a kidney stone moved while he was working and caused him the pain. Not only is it good to have him back, but Roger wasn’t getting paid because he assists Marco. He … Continue reading →

Mike and Dorothy brought a suitcase full of medical supplies with them for the orphanage, and they have been well-used. The first time we opened it we had a line of kids with problems to try to deal with. Rashes, … Continue reading →

We attended a service at a more rural church Thursday afternoon. Lester preached (and I followed some of it!! Immersion is a great thing) and Jessica did a few stories for the young kids. We borrowed a guitar from one … Continue reading →

March 19th All day working today. More digging and still more digging. It seems strange, but the work patterns are completely different here. Do one job, finish, then plan the next. The problem is that often the jobs intersect. Dig … Continue reading →

Someone commented about my “vacation”, and how upbeat I seem. For some reason that upset me. I’ve been trying to keep the tone in these posts pretty light but informative, and to use some humour to break up an intense … Continue reading →

We went to our first church service this afternoon, at the church that Willow Lake supports. Dorothy pointed out the guitar that the McInnes’ had bought, in the hands of a young teen who was comping on a simple chord … Continue reading →

March 18 A punch-drunk sort of morning. Lester (on far too little sleep) taking multiple phone calls in both languages and heading to do still more paperwork to try to get Dennis’ body home to Canada. A memorial service was … Continue reading →