Whew. It's been one of those days that don't stop. It's all been good events, but there was not really a down moment. After three a half hours of teaching piano this morning (and don't get me wrong, that is a very, very good thing), we all headed off to have lunch at our pastor's home. His wife and I have been trying for months and months to find a time when we were all free, and this was no simple task. We had a lovely time to get to just sit and relax and visit, which is not something that happens as we are all passing each other on a Sunday morning. We ate delicious Jamaican food, played games, and had a great time. We very nearly almost even made it out the door without breaking anything. At the absolute last second, and I'm truly not exaggerating, a young child who shall remain nameless, jumped and knocked over something breakable. We were oh. so. close. It takes brave people to invite us all into their house.
TM was hilarious as he was eating his weight in jerk chicken, "Ah, not white people food!" Because I serve 'white people food' all the times it seems... whatever 'white people food' is. I expect it involves cheese and cream sauce.
I want to offer a huge thank you to our pastor and his wife. We had a great time, thank you so much for inviting us.
Still nothing about the people who walked through last Tuesday, but there could possible be other interested parties. Maybe my dream of not actually having to keep my house pristine will actually come to pass. It's hard to quell one's natural optimistic tendencies.