what is a "normal week"?

In the words of Steve Martin from the movie The Jerk-
"The first week felt like three weeks, but the second week only felt like a day, and the third week... well that just felt like a normal week..."

I cannot believe it has been so long since I have had the time or energy to post on my blog. Things have been going well to say the least. I have been making friends, learning Luganda, getting things done at work, and staying safe and healhty. It feels strange to even have a blog at this point because really, life is just life.

Our house has been quite full for the past week. Two middle age women came to lead a conference at Jordan House and stayed with us. I can only say that living with them was a daily test of patience and endurance. To be fair, we did have some normal interactions with them, good talks and movie watching. But the strain of trying not to laugh at every awkward encounter left us more then ready for the weekend. The same day they left, three of our friends spent the night and chelsea became violently ill. In between making pancakes and cleaning up puke, I enjoyed a service at a new church that hopefully I will be returning to next week.

Today is the end of Ramadan, which means a public holiday for us! The down-time is much needed because tonight the ladies return and so does another girl who lived here before us. She is coming back to get her things (including her movies and books, which we have been enjoying in her absence). AND this weekend we are moving... into a freakin' mansion. No joke, this house is bigger then anyone I know has lived in. I am very sad to be leaving this place we are in, but I trust that we will make our new giant house a home too.