Monday, March 3, 2014 - Random Thoughts

 

These really are random thoughts, so take them for what they’re worth.

 

When on safari while having breakfast in the dining tent (all fancy with cloth napkins and table set just so) I ordered scrambled eggs, forgetting the British influence here.  I got what my mother called “creamed eggs”.  To make these you whip up eggs as you’d do for scrambled, but then instead of putting them in afry pan with butter, you put them into a saucepan with simmering milk and stir until the milk is absorbed and the eggs are set.  If you think this sounds delicious, try it sometime!

 

This is a picture of a dung beetle.  They make perfect balls from, well from poop and roll it until they find a nice soft spot  where they lay their eggs on it and  bury it as well as possible. They keep the land fresh!

 

Yesterday I finally had a chance to hang out with Anderson alone.  He brought out his bow and arrows he got from his visit with the Hazdas (the hunter gather tribe).  he’s really good at shooting those arrows and I am not so good.  We had such fun probably the most when we tried to figure out how to retrieve the wayward arrows from up in the banana trees.  Laughing is good for the soul.

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Speaking of banana trees, Anderson showed me where the fruit grows from (notice how I end more sentences with prepositions now).  It’s a reddish brown rugby ball shaped thing that falls to the ground after the bananas start to grow.  It’s leaves feel like really thick banana leaves.

 

I also get to spend time with Tierney (who is so hungry to learn how to sew, knit, crochet and Ashy who is just one of the best kids anywhere.  I so love this opportunity!

 

The milk here is the kind with the cream on top of it.  I wonder what the butterfat content of the rest is?  I think   only Americans are obsessed with fat in the diet.  Europeans seem to pay no attention.

Oh and Mama Jackie makes her own noodles for lasagne!  Can’t wait for dinner.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the “circle of life” and know that there is nothing more important than family even with all of our flaws.  I’m reading a lot and am in the middle of “The Fault in our Stars” and there’s a quote in there apropos to Mike’s death  and I paraphrase a bit, but “it was like a hand grenade which left all of us with embedded shrapnel”

Thanks for reading!