I, Calalily, saw Russia the other night. The horizon was clear at sunset, so I ventured out across the gravel paths to the beach where I could clearly see snowy mountains beyond the water. It's 40 miles from here.
I gave a haircut to a local friend here. My first time on curly,wirey hair. It wasn't a masterpiece, but it works.
Half of our YWAM team has colds. But taking Tuesday as a day of rest helped, so we could catch up on some sleep. Our next big event is Saturday's Walk for Life that we're planning, at the last minute.
BearCub, our 3 year old, is homesick still and reminds us daily that he's ready to go home. SUddenly in the last two days he's picked up the local accent, probably from playing with the kids here. It's the intonation that's so noticeable. RoseCheeks is fairly happy, but way out of sync in her sleep cycles and diet. She has a real hard time going to sleep at night and is very hungry, not eating the food we have here very well. At first she was constipated - there's hardly any fruit or veggies on our menu. Most food is what we could ship up here and light weight if possible. So rice, bisquick, canned soups, etc. We brought some apples and oranges to give away, in an extra cooler. They've been popular. A couple evenings I've cut up apple slices and shared them with the kids visiting us in the evenings. The apples are eaten as fast as I can cut them.
Being here a second time means some people recognize us. The young people are more trusting of familiar faces, so this time the youth are opening up to me when two years ago none of them did.
Got to get back to the crowds and changing RosieCheeks diaper.
For our family and friends to see what we are up to in the far north, as missionaries in Alaska.
