Eve and JK and Tim came to visit. It was the first time I've been with my alternate family in more than a year. My tiny rooms were crowded with people and luggage and there was hardly a place to sleep. But it was so nice to have them around. I made them eggs and coffee and fruit in the morning for breakfast. Eve and I tried to work during the day. We went to dinner and a movie last night. Tim picked up the bill (for which I was grateful. I have no income). This morning, JK made me coffee, and Tim toasted and buttered a bagel for me. There is a familiar, filial sense in this. It hooked into the part of me that was comforted by them when I was dark. I am filled with gratitude that they were there when I was in the bottom of the pit.
I awakened early this morning and spent time answering John's e-mail. He'd sent me a long missive about the recent mission he'd planned and supported.
Today, I went on a date. It wasn't anything special, but I didn't expect it to be. This is living. This is what people do. And then I go to a café and try to put together a proposal. Try to figure out how to make things work better - how to help my African friends. I read the after-action report from the Dutch mission and see all the same pitfalls we always stumbled into. Is there a way to avoid them?
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