Day #250: Kameelputs, SA: Memories Persist

Start of Peace Corps Journal #2...

I'm so freakin'sleepy. This sun really beats me up. The wind is even hot. If someone would have told me I'd judge the temperature of the outside world by the heat from my tin roof, I would have never believed it. Yet here I am, my hand on the hot tin.

I am sometimes sick of this chapter. I want to be closer to the people I love. I want to make a difference that I can touch with my two able hands, with my whole heart. Oh, I live this life the best way I know how. It's not always the right way, but I do what I can with what I have. Don't we all? I prefer to think so.

A goat is at my doorway. Only in South Africa, I tell you.

I can't think today. Or rather I'm thinking too much. Either way can't be good. I'm signing off. I just need Jesus.

Random Memories...
Dale and I on his last day. We slept on the grass, our bodies entwined. I could hear his pulse. I miss that man!

Dale sat on the steps of that tuck shop in Mammutla and ate oranges and drank Fanta. He leaned against a post and smiled often. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

We ate tomatoes as the kids stared with empty wheelbarrows and curious faces. Our faces were to the sun. Our chins were dripping with tomato juice. A storm was shifting in. Nothing else mattered but the moment at hand.