Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Let There Be Light

In honor of our week without power, Bobby decided to scribe our tale - in the style of the Hebrew Scriptures. The following is a factually accurate, though stylized, version of what really happened - with input from all of us, and a lot of help from our weekly Bible Reading. We collectively present the following.



חשמל
THE BOOK OF CHASHMAL
(Hebrew for Electricity)

This is an accounting of the peoples of our land, when they came to have a knowledge and a tendency toward darkness and a wanting of light. This is our telling of a dark time for the land separated from light. For a time, time, and a half of times darkness enveloped the likeness of our eyes. The tribes of Sexton-ma'al-shaler-hash'baaz, the tribes of Leitchozite, and the tribes of Pierc'o'sheph went about wandering in the land of darkness for a multitude of days. Their name came to be know as the great tribe of Pier'leitch'ton. And the surrounding peoples know them as Pier'leitch'ton, the people of lightlessness. It came to be a place desirous of a good thing, and of light. And the place they camped was called San'Miguel-de-Israel, which means, "Those Without Light," and to this day it is known as such.

The tribe of Pier'leitch'ton began to be a people discontent with their provisions from the land. The people began to cry out, "Why have we been an accursed people?" and went on to say "I wish we were back in the land of our forefathers, Egyptifornia." The chieftain Niko'lish proclaimed, "Cursed be the Pharaoh Aeromexico that brought us into this land of darkness!" The people began to murmur against the land, and they were a contemptible people, as they were people accustomed to light.

This is the condition of the people. Husband will leave wife, brother his sister, and friend will rise up against friend. They will eat one another up with the anger of a thousand thousand suns. No one will be safe. For these things will happen when a man has no light to guide his way.

The murmuring brought with it a plague. A plague there began, there was a plaguing and the peoples were plagued. Amongst the camped Pier'leitch'tonites there came a turmoil that was like nothing seen before, nor ever seen again. There occurred a waring within their inward parts, and they began to forget what it was like to know light. Upon the high plains, the mid-valley and the low plains, all the tribes had forgotten what their prosperous city once was.

Then the land began to stink with the fury of eight dozen she-asses and one hundred camels, for the aquifers laid dry, and the insects laid claim to their place of inhabitance. And the tabernacling people looked to their neighboring counties for sustenance, as they had lost all hope in the law of the land. The Pier'leitch'tonites turned to the older men and the secular authorities and yet no one was able to offer sanctuary. For there had been no light for many moons, and as such, there was a great drought.

They took to higher ground, and a thunderous noise was heard from the heavens. With a tremendous display of light, a trickle of water appeared for these people. As the downpour began, the counsel of the chieftain Niko'lish saw the wisdom in applying the offerings of foreign skies to the bathing of their bodies, and the sanitary disposal of their excretions.

Then there arose among their peoples a prophetess to guide them, her name was Zoe'rida from the tribe of Leitchozites. She declared, "I shall go up to the land of my forefathers and ask for guidance to our plaguing." Zoe'rida did just so. She brought with her the chieftain Niko'lish, and a young servant boy, Be'pizal, from the tribe of Pierc'o'shep (many know him as the great rounded one). They traveled great distances in search of an answer. Then the answer was revealed to Zoe'rida.

Zoe'rida, with her eyes of light, saw the cure of the tribes plague in an alien peasant boy, from the land of Caracol, and his name was Juan, from the tribe of Juanito. She asked, "Do you know why we have come here?" Juan replied, "Who are you, and where are you coming from?" She answered him, and implored, "How does one regain the light from the heavens?" Juan then looked toward the heavens and told the travelers this; "You have to take out the plastic piece from the electrical box."

The travelers began to praise him in the streets, and in the broad ways, thanking him six, yes seven, times. The scouts from a distant land hurried to tell the peoples of Pier'leitch'ton the words of Juan. The people of the land listened to the voice of Juan, and they saw that it was very good. From that day onward, the tribes were united in praise and celebration under that which comes from the lamp.

Friday, October 9, 2009

BLACKOUT

Due to a variety of interesting occurances, we´ve been without power for three days.I kind of like it, and fully intend to have Amish Night at least once a month when we get home.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I'm In Love!

We interrupt this week's usual broadcast to bring you A Very Special Episode of Sanguijuelas & Sacristanes. I've fallen head over heels in love with a fellow I met last night.
After service yesterday our friend Valerie came over for dinner. Just after we gave thanks for the food, her phone rang. Her mom had saved a dog off the side of the highway (People will sometimes drop their pets off on the highway when they are no long willing or able to care for them, apparently thinking that a quick death will be more excusable than a prolonged one.) He was scared, shaking, dirty, but inestimably sweet.
I don't think he was always a street dog. He was scared half to death and had more plants and debris embedded in his fur than actual fur, but he wasn't afraid of people, and after Valerie gave him a bath, and I gave him a haircut, he was nothing short of dashing!
He was supposed to go home with Valerie that night, to get some meat on his bones (he hadn't been fed for at least a few weeks) and to have a place to stay until her and her mom could find him a permanent home. Well...that didn't exactly happen as planned.
Like peaches and cream, we were pretty much meant to be together. I slept with him on the couch that night, and in the morning his tail was wagging and his eyes were bright. I took him to the veterinarian this morning to get the scoop. He's about five years old, flea and parasite free, and now sporting a shiny new collar and leash. I named him Falkor, after my favorite character from The Neverending Story. The resemblance is striking.
After examining Falkor, the doctor had to break the news to us. He has a congenital heart defect, an inherited problem that makes his heartbeat irregular and results in the occasional coughing attack as he tries to catch his breath. There's nothing that can be done - medication might mask the symptoms, but it won't solve the problem. He could have a couple years, or months, or less.

He is the sweetest, most loving chap I've ever met, and in the past 24 hours he's come a long way from the petrified pup we picked up off the streets. He's going to stay with us until I can get him fat and happy. Though I think we already have the happy part covered.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Sleepless in San Miguel

We're still here! Since we don't have to worry about planes, trains and automobiles anymore, we've happily settled into a routine that consists mostly of service, cooking tasty treats (especially Nick's excellent pozolé), and walking all the heck around town.

Also, standing artfully in doorways.


Occasionally, Nick & Zoe will scamper off to do totally unstaged shoots for up and coming attractions. This one actually looks like a still from an old movie. Grease? Footloose? Something starring James Dean? I don't know. If you know what I'm talking about, please tell me.




When we're not too spent from all the modeling, we go exploring on the weekends. The central jardin is usually pretty tranquil, but completely comes to life on the weekend. We went last Saturday.
There was dancing! Horse drawn carriages! Fireworks (of course)!
Girls tossing out carnations! (If you look closely you will see that my flower has no head. Nish.)
Mariachis!
Pretty señoritas!
Young people in love!
And Nick almost got abducted by aliens!
Tomorrow there is a huge celebration in the jardin that was just described to me as "Muy divertido, pero un poco peligroso." Translation: They shoot fireworks into the crowd. Perhaps we will skip it.

Believe it or not, one month has passed already. Three more weeks in San Miguel, a few days in Mexico City, and then a week in La Paz, Baja California. We're expecting two special guest stars - one October 6th, and one October 9th. Hopefully this will boost our Nielson ratings and we'll be able to stay on the air a little longer. If all goes as planned, we'll be hitting up two Special Assembly Days and one Mexico Bethel tour before our series finale in beautiful San Diego, California.

Since we've managed to stay put for a while, we've finally been able to cultivate interest in the territory, and made good friends in the congregation.
Linda J. & Cher E.
Steve E. & Nikolish
And of course, I am glad to have a way to do what I do best - teach children stuff and play with colored pencils. I had my second English lesson with Citlali ("Star" in Nahuatl) and Fransciso Jr. yesterday. Tempted as I am to teach them Olde English, ("Good day, good sir. How art thou?" How awesome would that be?) I'm sticking to our modern dialect and they're coming along nicely. They even learned a pretty snappy English field ministry presentation.

Their appetite for instruction is almost as large as my appetite for Mexican candy. At the end of our lesson, Fransciso was frantically trying to communicate something to me in Spanish. He wanted to extend our lesson by half an hour. When I unintentionally cut the half hour short by 116 seconds, he looked and my watch and desperately said, "Two more minutes, please!" I really can't argue with that. Darn irresistible Nahuatl children.

P.S. Go Chargers!