Traveling

Well, I’ve had a yucky cold/flu over the last few days that has left me blowing my nose, sleeping a lot, and seeking sympathy from people around me. Now that my sickness is almost over, my self-pity is hopefully slowing down as well. Interesting how a little discomfort can provide opportunity for lots of discontent. Humbling how often my joy is connected to easy circumstances. Nevertheless, I am thankful for time to rest, compassionate teammates, and the fiction of Elizabeth Stroud. Pray, if you think of it, for the Masso kids who have lingering coughs and congestion after this round of sickness.

I’m also thankful for the healing properties of laughter. Today, in the middle of an educational planning meeting, we looked over and saw a goat eating the bar of hand-washing soap that had been sitting next to the water container. Apparently, the goats have fairly frequently been absconding with the soap, so no one but Kim and I seemed surprised at animal’s bold move.

He was scared away when someone threw a flip-flop at him, and thankfully the soap was recovered after the goat fled. It was a funny Mundri moment, and added some levity to our discussion of classrooms under mango trees and the need for teacher training. In the midst of sniffles and self-pity, I’m glad to pause and laugh with friends at the absurdity of goats stealing soap.