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Saturday morning and French seems to be the thing. Believe it or not, we had french toast for breakfast. No syrup, but french toast and blueberry muffins. Made me think of yesterday at KFC when Makenson bit into one of the biscuits and scrunched his face and said, “Too much butter.”  I laughed and told him that in America people would be complaining because they don’t give butter packets to put extra butter ON the biscuits. Here all they give you are the biscuits. That’s it. No butter or jelly or honey. Just Heinz (yeah!) ketchup packets so you can put the caviar of ketchup (catsup) on the chicken!

As I am typing, Gregory is outside cleaning the public bathroom and scrubbing the tile floor. Every weekend the students have assigned jobs to clean this place from top to bottom. What stands out is that Gregory is singing the chorus Thy Word at the top of his lungs, but singing it in French! I guess the toast inspired him. Now if only I could have had that at  my house when my kids were growing up! Not french toast or singing in French, particularly, but singing as they cleaned the bathrooms and floors! The only noise I heard sounded a lot like whining and sounds of oppression. Oh I was so cruel to ask that they clean. Perhaps you were blessed as Joy is with a daughter who looks at cleaning as I do eating a bowl of ice cream. (come to think of it, she is a lot thinner than I am. maybe I should try substituting. Ok, I thought about it. Nah!)

Ok. I told myself that this would be short in length this time. I have to review the sermon I will preach in chapel on Tues and get ready for this afternoon’s sightseeing trip to the east side of the island, including one of the waterfalls found here. I think that this one is a double drop.

Adieu!

Rob

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