It’s been a while since we’ve sat down to write and contribute anything to the blog. It’s not really been that we’re busy, though we keep ourselves sufficiently occupied. Really the reason is that most days are pretty much the same around here and nothing much prompts us to sit down and write.
Here’s a quick little summary of a regular day around here:
- up around 6:30 or 7
- coffee, breakfast and get Titay ready for school
- walk Titay up the hill for school for an 8:30 start
- deal with email
- some compound clean-up
- check in with management staff here at the home
- various meetings, planning sessions, computer work until about noon
- “Baba School” with Titay for an hour or so after lunch
- work on various projects around compound
- spend some time with the kids when they come back from school
- begin preparing dinner
- dinner and clean-up
- Titay off to bed
- some time to relax before we’re in bed, often by 9pm
Mix in some studying of Amharic, our Amharic classes and a little variety on the weekend, and that’s our life.
Unfortunately, today was not a regular day.
In the last blog post, we wrote about a couple of cases that we were dealing with here at the home. One involved a girl who we have been unable to accept because she is HIV positive. Not long after we wrote about that story, the little girl’s grandmother passed away. Richelle has been periodically visiting with that family to check that the girl is receiving ARVs.
The second story we wrote about involved a large family in the countryside living with their mother at their grandfather’s home because they had run away from an abusive husband / father. Shortly after we wrote about that story, we accepted two of the children from that family to the orphanage at the request of the mother, grandfather and local government. The grandfather, a small sustenance farmer, was unable to feed all the people under his roof. Two other children from the family are living with a relative here in town, leaving five children living at the grandfather’s house.
We don’t know the details. We’re not sure if she returned to him, or if he came and found her at her father’s house. Either way, this morning we learned the news that the mother of these children was murdered by her husband last night. Ethiopian culture involves a very indirect way of communicating tragic news like the death of a loved one. The news was not broken to the children here this morning. Instead, they were washed and dressed by the Nanny Nurse, and then taken with a staff member, together with the older siblings who live here in town, to the grandfather’s house to be together with the family in mourning. They will return here this evening.
Unfortunately, it’s the irregular days that create blog posts.