Spending some extended time in Ixtlan this week.
Yesterday during the evening singing the clouds that had been darkening ever since about 1 pm decided to finally open up. The pounding rain against the cement-asbestos-fiberglass mixture of a roof tried its hardest to drown out our words, and though hymn numbers had to be repeated about 7 times for everyone to hear them the singing rose to the challenge ringing louder and longer than the echoing raindrops.
The two hours of volleyball that typically follow the Sunday singing was cancelled due to the rain moving us all indoors. With sissors in hand we sat down at the table and began cutting out the crafts for the upcoming VBS. Three hours later with hand cramped up, feet asleep, and the rest just incredibly ansy we called it anight, unfortunately there is still much more cutting to be done. Wow! Three hours of cutting out tiny fingers, horses, and baskets....I have a new appreciation for primary school teacher's aides.
Hasta!
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