Hotter
On Sunday it was over 44 degrees centigrade. So hot that it felt like it does when you stand behind a lorry with the full force of the exhaust blowing in your face. (Not something I'd recommend.) But it was hot, nonetheless.
The electric fan simply circulated the hot air, rather like leaving a hairdryer on in the corner of the room. We all lay around, doing and wearing as little as possible. Barney spent most of the day in the sink and of all of us probably made the best of the day.
I've been reading a book about a missionary working with the Masai in Tanzania. Their word for God is engai, the same word that they use for rain. On Monday morning when I woke to the sound of the rain drumming down on the roof, I suddenly felt that, in a small way, I could understand where they were coming from. I felt clear headed, reinvigorated and blessed.
It's 30 degrees today. No sweat. Well, not much.
posted by Emma Borlase at 11:14 am
2 Comments:
lovely borlases
we have been without computer for two weeks but have tired to send you emails but I think it has failed. just want to say loving, praying and talking of you. love catching up with how you are and glad odonavan is doing his stuff for you too. back soon. c
2:48 pm
How I long for the sweet feeling of hot exhaust blowing in my face. I know exactly what you are talking about. Welcome to my childhood summers living with an English mother that waited till the candles were melting in the house to turn on the air conditioning.
Missing you guys.
Lots of Love
5:17 pm
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