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Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tales on the Trail

 ♪Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail, and the Youngsters keep rolling along ♪ ♪
(That song's for you, Dad.)
We've been on the trail for 4 weeks, and you'll notice a curious lack of blogging until now.  I was beset with blogging problems as you maybe can see from the above picture, sometimes we didn't have an internet connection, or we had to go outside and put the computer on a certain post to send and receive emails.
I also have lost my camera recharger, so pictures are skimpy.  Hopefully it turns up at home. 
And then there was the ultimate reason:  loss of desire!  Yep, we got sick, the whole picking family, and blogging became quite a low priority. 
Paul got sick first, and it lasted about a week before it settled down, but by then the other 4 of us had it too.  Now we're all OK, just sniffing and coughing, but it was touch and go there for awhile. 

Before the sickness, things were going oh, so well!  Paul was taking Evangel and Tim to schools with him and they were doing presentations with him.  Timothy did have an incident with a beer bottle that our family will be laughing about for years to come. 
He was teaching a lesson on abstinence, using the beer bottle as an object lesson with a magic trick.  The magic trick went awry, the bottle flew through the air and hit a wall, and smashed in front of 400+ students.  
Happily his Dad is quick on his feet.  Paul jumped in with something like, "And that is what will happen if you get addicted to alcohol.  Your life gets crashed.  Your marriage gets crashed.  By the time he was done, the kids probably thought Tim did it on purpose, but we who know better are giggling. 
Every day there are so many stories about good responses from people in the school.  Also there are stories about Paul getting lost, the GPS misbehaving, or other mishaps. 
I'd call this a 5 part trip, because we have stayed or will stay in 4 different places.  The Riversdale part was a very pleasant week in a small Afrikaans speaking town.  Next came Oudtshoorn which was lovely til we started getting sick.  From there we moved to Great Brak River where Paul healed, and I got sick.  Last we came to Port Elizabeth and our beloved Willows where we are right now. 

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