KB Mud
Well it’s been a long time since we have posted a blog. Perhaps this is because everything is starting to seem normal and thus less worthy of blogging about. Or also, it is possible, we are beginning to get busier with ministry and that allows less time for the blog. However, since we do have folks who faithfully read our blog we ought to uphold our part of the bargain by actually doing an occasional blog. Now that my conscience is clean I can begin.
Confessions from an inattentive husband (for background please read our earlier blog about me getting stuck in the mud. In that blog I realized listening to my wife would save a lot of trouble in the future.)
Since Marcus and Diane have been gone the missionaries here have been sharing some of the work that the Reeses usually assume. A couple of weeks ago Jeri went out to the Gama village church just outside of Alotau. The road to the Gama church is full of DEEP ruts and thick mud most of the time. Jeri was concerned that she might get stuck in the mud when she went for a women’s fellowship. She took the easy road out by parking the truck at the start of the road and walking up. I personally did not support that decision – I felt like it was a waste of time. I clearly explained that if she stayed out of the ruts she would be fine. But, to my dismay she trusted her feet more than our 4-wheel drive truck.
Today I went to Gama to preach. Fortunately, Jeri and Hannah were at home because Hannah has been sick. Otherwise, I would have heard those four words every husband often hears – I told you so. One of the church members was walking close to the road and so I went to the right side of the road (to avoid hitting her) and stopped to pick her up. The moment I stopped I felt the truck slide into one of the deep ruts. Let me just say I showed up to church 30 minutes late, sweaty, and with mud all over my clothes. Those of you with a creative imagination can figure out what happened. Yes, for the second time I got stuck in the mud in the truck. And yes, for the second time Jeri predicted that the road wasn’t good enough for the truck. Am I the only husband in the world who continually tries to do his own thing and ends up doing exactly what I thought I could avoid?
The Fence:
I think enough time has passed for me to be able tell ‘the fence story’. A few weeks ago I built a fence on our new property. Two days after I finished I found out one of the boundary markers was actually buried under the road and my fence line extended about 4 feet further than our property. Thus, I now have extra fencing experience because I had to go back out and move a 20 meter line of fencing in 4 feet. What a delightful experience.
KB Compound
Jeri and I are now residents of a new part of Alotau called KB compound. KB stands for something but it is way too hard to pronounce, let alone type. Our neighbor to the right will often serenade us with gospel music (the neighbors are just a few feet from the Reese’s house). We were encouraged by his spiritual devotion until we found out that he only sings gospel music when he is drunk. One night the Reeses heard him say, “Man, I love singing gospel music when I am drunk.” Our neighbor to the left has a one eyed dog because the dog was attacked by a snake or something. And then there is us. The Reeses have two dogs – Ralph and Anita. Anita thinks she is a kangaroo and jumps in ways I have never seen a dog jump. Ralph has – without any exaggeration – the largest growth you could imagine on his throat. It is at least the size of a softball. Nevertheless, he is quite a trooper and walks around like nothing is wrong with him. Anyways, that is our new KB neighborhood.
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