January 6, 2014
I don't dare go outside. There is no need. The sun shines low, sparkling the ice crystals covering the windows. Because the wind chill is 50 degrees below zero, school was cancelled and there's rumors that it might be tomorrow too. It's Andrew birthday so Roseanna in pajamas painted a banner while we waited for Izzy's crepes. Izzy got frustrated with Roseanna wanting to flip the crepes and then he got frustrated trying to flip the crepes so Roseanna took over and served them with powdered sugar. Andrew waved his hand toward the staircase and started in again about hanging up more old family photos, so I cut him off and said I'll do it for his birthday.
January 7, 2014
"How are you getting food?"
"They authorized us to eat some MRE. Meal ready to eat."
And my kids complain when I give them whole wheat bread.
Andrew was a good sport about not getting more for his birthday than some photos hung up on the wall. Fortunately, the neighbor stopped by with a birthday song on his ukulele and the gift of a new harmonica.* Izzy said it seems like birthdays aren't really that fun when you're an adult.
|Joseph in his office at the U.S. Embassy in Bangui looking very much like the young boy|
who always sat in the front row at full attention, eager to understand every strange word I said.