A Visitor in Kijabe


We had our first visitor from Dallas yesterday. Chris Sleath, traveler extraordinaire, Texan, and Englishman, was in Nairobi and made the one hour trip to visit us on the Kijabe station. It is always nice to see people from home, and we enjoyed his tales of adventures from around the world. It was a treat to have someone from home already visiting us in in Kijabe mission station. We walked him around the campus of the school, served him some tea while breaking many good English traditional courtesies in the process and then he was gone almost as quickly as he had arrived. A mid-Sunday surprise and courtesy visit from one of our favorite Brits!

Only in America

Only 10 more days until we leave. QT has become one of my favorite places. If you don’t know why you haven’t been. QuikTrip has been my friend through many thousands of miles of travel over the past six months. And I will miss her and her many coffees, breakfast foods, hot dog variations, slushes, slurpees, candies, hot foods, cold foods, ice cream variations, huge fountain drinks, and friendly staff. Good bye QuikTrip. Goodbye.

The Joy of Summer

Even the girls are having fun!

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Minor league baseball, hot dogs and popcorn, after the game fire works, dancing in the stands for the attention of the stadium cameras . . . it doesn’t get more Americana than that. We are enjoying the last gasps of our beloved USA before we head to Africa. I read a book where a missionary recommended his readers appreciate summer in America with its long, sun-filled days. As we have experienced the transition of the seasons for the first time in 5 years, I have to agree that there is nothing quite like the joy of watching the dead of winter give way to the rebirth of spring and the life of summer. After living in the steadfast seasons of the tropics, it has been nice to experience again such wonderful variety. And so we give a big thumbs up to a Northern Hemisphere summer in Texas. We are thankful for it!

A Vow

I am never going to live in a big city again. I refuse to be trapped in by buildings and concrete. And if I could live near a place that has both a beach and mountains . . . that would be even better.

Cheap Coffee is not Bad Coffee

From The Case for Bad Coffee.

Cheap coffee is one of America’s most unsung comfort foods. It’s as warming and familiar as a homemade lasagna or a 6-hour stew. It tastes of midnight diners and Tom Waits songs; ice cream and cigarettes with a dash of Swiss Miss. It makes me remember the best cup of coffee I ever had. Even though there was never just one best cup: there were hundreds.

I have been doing a lot of distance driving recently, and I find great fun in stopping at McDonald’s for a $1 coffee (any size) or at QT, my new favorite all-in-one gas station, for a visit to their coffee bar. Somehow drinking their coffee makes me feel happy and humble and home. I love grabbing the insulated cups that are still too hot to handle easily, popping off the lid so that the heat can escape, and then slurping them slowly over a scalded tongue. Its better than the bloating of a high fructose corn syrup carbonated Coke. I use discretion with my legal drugs . . . caffeine better than concentrated sugar syrup!

(These views are my own and may or may not be shared by other members of my family.)