This all came to a screeching halt when a little while after beginning my journal-writing job I decided to flip through some old entries to remember what I'd written. To my absolute horror, there inside my journal, were red pen marks! Yes, grammatical corrections made by my well intentioned, loving, English teacher mother! It's obvious she wasn't tying to be sneaky or deceptive (hence the red ink), but needless to say, I've kept my thoughts in my head, and far away from paper since that time.
Well, this blogging thing is my second attempt at journaling and I'm happy to report that despite over 6000 people having read it, I don't feel the least bit violated! Sharing a few stories with our friends and family (and complete strangers in Bangladesh, Italy, and Pakistan apparently) really helps us feel a bit more connected when we are so far away. It was my friend Kathy Kidd's idea for us to keep a blog... So thanks for being interested in what we are up to, it shortens the miles between us. I've learned that even if garbage is all I can write then I should write it anyway, because Garbage eventually becomes compost with a little treatment!
So here's to my writing garbage and your help making it compost!
Here is the excrement from last week...Since there isn't much to do in Abuja, and we aren't allowed outside of the Ring-Road without armed escorts, the CLO (community Liaison officer) at the Embassy organized a field trip. Our destination was the Bwari Pottery Village, and getting there was half the fun. We drove in a motorcade of 6 suv's escorted by 6 armed guards which I felt was complete overkill until we reached the city limits. At that point I knew why they were necessary. I would have felt less vulnerable hiking in a dress made of bacon in bear country. It was beyond sketchy!! I was sudden longing for the relative "safety" of Abuja 50 km away.
Fortunately our family was able to drive in our own vehicle in the motorcade so we could enjoy gawking at all of the sights together. We had a running contest to see who could find the craziest thing....I think we all won because there was no shortage of unusual sites! At one point we entertained ourselves counting the number of people on each motorcycle we passed. Six people on one motorcycle was the max we found, but there were many with 4 or five riders, and one towing a wheelchair! We laughed that we had wasted so much money on an SUV when all we really needed was a family dirt-bike! Apparently there is enough room on a two-wheeled vehicle to drive the kid's car-pool.
Armed with only my I-phone, I wasn't able to capture many good pictures from our speeding car, but at least I got a few to give you a flavor of what it was like.
|The "Nike Outlet"! One of the thousands of identical stores selling random knock-off goods on the side of the road. |
|Choosing a handmade lantern from all of the pottery at the Bwari Village. Every time we use it we will think of our little escape from Abuja for the day!|
|This man is kneading all of the air bubbles out of the clay so it will be strong and not crack when made into pottery. His arms were lean, mean, clay- kneading machines!!|
|Sawyer and Tyson in the Shea House. The Pottery Village also makes Shea butter and Shea soap from the local Shea nuts and clay.|
|Alexis learning to use the pottery wheel with Mohammad. This picture is very reminiscent of the famous scene from "Ghosts" minus Patrick Swayze of course!|
|Logan's favorite part was playing in the mud while creating a Christmas present for grandma! Shhhhh! Don't tell her!|
|Some of the local police posing with the kids. People are always asking to "SNAP" our children. The first time someone wanted to Snap my kids I was freaked! No I know it means to take their picture!|