New Adventures

Yesterday I called Stanray, the farmer who sells chickens and eggs. I knew I wasn't in Chicago when he asked if I wanted the chickens dressed. I confirmed my suspicion with Kenneth, Bry'Chell's math tutor, that if I had not asked to have them dressed they would have been delivered either alive or dead, but not plucked. I asked to have them dressed and sure enough he showed up this morning with three dead and plucked chickens in a bag and a flat (two and a half dozen) of eggs in another bag.

Last night I went to a gathering of local sisters and priests at the neighborhood parish. I should take some pictures. The church is large, but very simple--pictures kneelers without any padding--yes, bare boards. While Mass is usually in English, this time it was partely in Lugunda and partly in English. This isn't a big deal. It's not like the liturgy is all that different no matter what the language.

The party afterwards was the fun part. We met outside the rectory. There was food and drinks for all. Actually, the food didn't arrive until about 9:30 PM, but there was beer and pop. The local beer is good. Since Bry'Chell doesns't like when I drink, I usually can't have a beer, but last night she was at home so I enjoyed my beer. I did have to listen to her lecture when I got home--something to the effect that sisters and priests shouldn't drink. Ah, life from a 12 year old's perspective.

I met several sisters. I sat between Sr. Elizabeth who is probably about my age, maybe a bit younger and the campus chaplain. Turns out he went to seminary in Camarillo--the L.A. archdiocesan seminary. What are the chances that the priest who lives in the house next door to mine, went to school in California? It gets better. One of his classmates was Bill Barman--who I went to school with in grade school at OLG. The world is way too small. We were both a little freaked out.

Sr. Elizabeth was great. She supervises the distance learning program with some 1200 students. She's really amazing. She's from the north of the country, not Gulu, but somewhere nearby. She confirmed what I have heard elsewhere, that the violence in the north is much less than it used to be.

Well, dinner will be late, but I want to get this posted.