Feasting in a starving land

To answer a question I recieved via email, no, we did not eat goat for Thanksgiving.

 

We ate Bob

 

Bob being the turkey, he gets a name because when we bought Bob he was still feathery,and beakey, and, well, alive

 

But we  fixed that

 

Bob was delicious, as were the 3 pumpkin pies, the mashed potatos, the cranberry sauce, and the rest of Thursday's feast

 

Other than the holiday, it has been a quiet month in the village,   My school director continues to attempt to make me a substitute teacher, and to show how devious he is, one morning he invited me to sit in on his class, then proceeded to give each child 8 cookies, turn to me and announce that I was to teach the little anklebiters "something about a tree" as HE was going to another town

 

Any man who gives 62 kids sugar and then leaves them to be managed by a 5'1" woman who can't speak their language is going to need to pray a lot more than 5 times a day if he wants to attone for his wickedness

 

I was at a baptism a few weeks ago, the baby was named Mariam,which is also my name in the village: There is anothernew baby girl, she is named Mariam as well,

 

This trend is starting to worry me

 

Unfortunately, the computer I  am using has a broken period button,two of them actually,and the space bar is starting to go, so Ihavetostop

 

Hope everyone had a good holiday, I will try to send a better letter next weekend

 

love

amy