Little Victories

Disclaimer: This is a spontaneous blog and not one of the ones I write in a Word Doc allowing me to get very wordy, so we'll see how it goes...

I just wanted to point out a few key ways in which things are looking up.

First of all, I've now officially done actual work! A side project I'll be working on is sorting and organizing the Spirituality section of the Seminary library. It's not a huge section, but after two days of working on it, I can tell it'll be a big task.

Also, Br. Patrick is back! I haven't gotten to talk to him about working at the trade school (the school I'm now itching to help with in any way possible), but he did send someone to ask for my phone number and e-mail address, so I'm taking it tentatively as a good sign.

Sr. Claudia made pizza for dinner the other night! It was much closer to Italian pizza (it was actually doughy bread, a little shredded cheese, and a couple tomatoes). The sisters didn't seem to like it, so I'm pretty sure Mike and I had about 15 pieces! If Sr. Claudia wasn't so intimidating I would have hugged her!

I'm currently leading the Tanzania rummy series with Mike (something like 15-14).

For the first time I went to Hanga Food Land and got COLD mango juice! (my favorite, but it's never cold)

They have Eucharistic Adoration for an hour on Thursday nights!

We got invited to SongeaFest this weekend with some PeaceCorps peeps...more to come...

Finally, I wanted to take this opportunity to quickly introduce a tentative new segment to this silly blog, one which I will call "Great American Influence". In "GAI", I will merely highlight the fairly ridiculous American effects on the people and things around me here. For some examples:
1. I saw a guy the other day wearing a Kendall Gill Nets jersey. From the logo, it had to be from either the 96-97 NBA season or older. So wonderfully obscure!
2. A girl we saw in "the bush" on our way back from the safari was wearing an old McDonald's t-shirt...I'm told there isn't one in the entire country...
3. Finally, there's a little boy that often goes to Mass wearing a Minnesota Final Four sweatshirt...All I can say is that, last I heard, that team didn't really exist...wasn't there just a Final THREE that year?...