I woke up feeling a little groggy, a few drinks here hits me like a truck. I went about my morning routine, grabbed a mandazi and went to work. What was touted as a long day turned out to be slow and average in length. I did my small office tasks, played with Duncan and chatted with Sue. I was open to the slowness today because I felt like I was moving in a slower gear. When I got home, I washed the dishes from last night. The process took and hour and with no pressing needs, I relaxed to a movie.
Sadly, we have no way to cook anything. That means a cold dinner for tonight. I will check to see if there is gas at the petrol station tomorrow and hopefully refill our gas tank for the oven. A former teacher and friend of Michael's named Alex stopped by. He left the school because he had to tend to family obligations. Some time soon, he will be flying over to Boston to stay with his brother. He is Baha'I and taught Michael and I about his faith. I have enjoyed experiencing new types of faith and Baha'I is a new one. I like a lot of their core beliefs. Particularly the fact that they do not simply talk about morality, but live it.
- I had a pickle today and it was pretty good. The process was simple and the product was tasty. I will continue to work on making pickles in the future.
- As I walked out of the SJC to go and get a paper I was hit by an Oz like feeling. It was like opening the door of the black and white house to a world of color, munchkins, a yellow brick road, and witches. It was aided by the Pink Floyd song Money playing in my head (of course anyone knows that this song starts at this moment of the movie when synched). I mentioned before that I will have moments where I say, "I'm not in Kansas anymore." Today was unusually striking and brought forth a specific image. It has become easier and easier to get by with the days and sometimes feel like this is home, but it never will be.
- I had never thought about or really discussed some of the situations that present themselves at the SJC. This is in regards to the clients. I see them weekly but never take time to process what passes before my eyes. I view them as clients who either need to pay, or return a toy, or get transport. Maybe it was a sort of mechanism to keep distance between myself that the reality of the center. I have begun to recognize names and faces, but not much beyond. We were talking about one of the children whom I had visited with Joy. He is an infant who is from a very poor family and sleeps outside on rags. In the time since our visit, he and his mother have come each week. We have given her food to give to the child, but there has been no improvement. As we discussed the child, I casually commented that I did not think the boy would live for very long. It is a statement that I believe to be true, but had not considered. There are many children that come to the center who are literally dying. I am not trying to be alarmist or shocking, but some are in very bad shape. Infants who are malnourished and digress each week in health. The service we provide at the SJC is a great help to the community, but there is far too much to address. We do our best to encourage parents to take better care of the children, but it is obvious when a parent does not care. I have seen parents who bring a child for treatment, but show little affect at the situation. They will put the child down and sit to wait for their turn. Playing has to be done with a staff member. It is probably the one day out of the week that the parent gives any attention to that child. I am glad that the child is not staying at home all week. However, just coming does not mean that he or she is not severely neglected. This realization has made me rethink the way that I see our clients. I has made me notice many more subtle things that I had ignored before.
- Thanks to my Grandfather, I have completed my bracket. I will share my final four and on.
- Pitt, Oklahoma, MSU and Uconn
- Pitt over UConn 78-73