Another Day in Paradise
But, to back up, after the post office it was off to the airport for another amazing business transaction to buy tickets for our flight to Suriname. Thank goodness they actually used a computer. Then the long drive home to Canje, filled with crazy drivers, school children, dogs, mules, carts, horses, goats, sheep, bikes, motorcycles and pot holes of unimaginable proportion. Ahh, so nice to get to our oven house. So just when I changed into my lovely house dress, took off my make-up and washed up and was going to just relax and breathe, the missionaries called and one of the missionaries had had a seizure so I got dressed again, put on my little badge, and headed over to the missionary apartment. No one could get a hold of the mission president, who was in one of the many foreign outposts of the mission, so I suggested a blessing be given, which was given. We discussed the situation and decided the elders would stay and watch Elder W (a handsome athletic young man who was not quite having the happy 19th birthday celebration he expected) and we would check on him the next day. So back home finally for some rest. Again I changed into my lovely but amazingly comfortable house dress. Then as soon as the mission president, who is a doctor, got the news, he called and asked us to immediately take Elder W and his companion to Georgetown to the emergency room for an evaluation which would take another long narrative to explain the horrors of. So basically after all of that then we had to turn around to go back to Canje, which basically adds up to what felt like a drive to California in time and distance.
"travelling into a far country"
Today we had to go to Georgetown to apply for visas at the Suriname embassy, as we are preparing for a wheelchair project there. This entailed going to the embassy standing in line signing the ledger going into the building to a caged window getting some papers showing our passports and then being told we have to have photocopies of our passports going and getting the copies then being told we need passport photos driving to get some more photos taken, going back 2 hours later because they close for lunch then standing in line again then going in with our filled-in papers then signing then paying 100.00 each then getting the visas.
| Suriname Embassy in Georgetown |
Then, since the local mission office told us we had a package, we went downtown to the post office and they told us to go around the other side of the building (which entailed walking down the road where all the homeless men were sleeping against the post office wall) and behind some market booths into the post office where there was an office to buy stamps and windows to pay bills to mail and finally to package pick up down a little hall where I handed them the slip for the package and the guy went into the back to get it walking as slowly and proudly as he could (looking mighty important) then put it on the table right before my very eyes but I couldn't get it until he cut it open, looked through everything then taped it up and put it on another table behind 2 glassed in sections and in the first section the girl wrote out a bill telling what the postage was and the customs fee and then she had us take the bill to the next window to pay then get a receipt and finally get the package back at the place we started. Mind you, the two sections were right next to each other and the clerk and cashier could have easily handled the transaction as one person. And the package guy apparently had the "go fetch" job which was very important. So when I got home and saw the package contained good stuff, including marshmallow Peeps, I immediately ripped open the Peeps and ate the whole package and felt like I had just shot up a happy drug.
But, to back up, after the post office it was off to the airport for another amazing business transaction to buy tickets for our flight to Suriname. Thank goodness they actually used a computer. Then the long drive home to Canje, filled with crazy drivers, school children, dogs, mules, carts, horses, goats, sheep, bikes, motorcycles and pot holes of unimaginable proportion. Ahh, so nice to get to our oven house. So just when I changed into my lovely house dress, took off my make-up and washed up and was going to just relax and breathe, the missionaries called and one of the missionaries had had a seizure so I got dressed again, put on my little badge, and headed over to the missionary apartment. No one could get a hold of the mission president, who was in one of the many foreign outposts of the mission, so I suggested a blessing be given, which was given. We discussed the situation and decided the elders would stay and watch Elder W (a handsome athletic young man who was not quite having the happy 19th birthday celebration he expected) and we would check on him the next day. So back home finally for some rest. Again I changed into my lovely but amazingly comfortable house dress. Then as soon as the mission president, who is a doctor, got the news, he called and asked us to immediately take Elder W and his companion to Georgetown to the emergency room for an evaluation which would take another long narrative to explain the horrors of. So basically after all of that then we had to turn around to go back to Canje, which basically adds up to what felt like a drive to California in time and distance.
The run on sentences are a metaphor for a run on day.

