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| Yency, a victim of surprise photography |
Ok. So, long time and no talk. I’m going to give you the same ole excuse of “extremely busy” with a chaser of “little internet connection”. So let me start off with telling you that we didn’t get the little girl I talked about a few blogs ago. One day turned into a week, which turned into two weeks, which turned into the response that she had gone to live with other relatives. Hopefully that will be a great situation for this little girl. As excited as the girls (and myself) were about the little girl coming to the farm, we all hope that this new living situation really works out for her and that she is shown the love that a little girl deserves with her other relatives.
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| Sometimes, you have to stare down demon-goats |
Now let me tell you a goat story. So Haley told me that before I got here, our young, male goat got kidnapped. She thinks that’s hilarious…. “Kid”napped. But either way, we needed a male goat to help populate the farm with baby goats. So Mrs. Pam told us that she found a large goat in a city about 3 hours away. They decided that I should go help with the goat expedition (I guess since I’m so obviously the adventurous and outdoor-sy type). So we got to the place and saw about a dozen free-roaming goats; some small, some a bit bigger. I was trying to find which one was ours. A few minutes later, two men come around the building pulling the largest goat I’ve ever seen in my life. This joker is twice as big as the other goats, has horns that I think came off a demon, long ragged hair, and was putting up a fight with the men pulling him. We had a lot of help getting him into the truck, then tied his gigantor horns to the window guard. The story ends with me in the back of a truck with a giant-demon goat tied up by his horns, a kind man named Rafael who doesn’t speak any English, 3 hours along incredibly steep and curvy mountain roads, and a considerable amount of goat urine.
One day this last week, my assistance was requested by our new pastor, Flavio, at the church. Flavio wanted my help getting musical equipment checked out. I’ve done some work on amplifiers, rebuilding guitars, and building pedals, so I told them that I might be able to check some things out that aren’t working. Anyhow, during my time of swimming through equipment and spider webs, I came across something real interesting in the closet at the church. I pulled out what appeared to be a fairly old fender guitar. Knowing a bit about guitars and how expensive old fenders can be, I called my dad and had him run some of the numbers from the headstock and the neck plate. Turns out, they had a 1963 Fender Musicmaster. 1963! For some reason, I don’t think musicmasters are quite as expensive to collectors as other fenders from that time period, but its still a neat find. We’re doing some looking around to find this bad boy a nice home. Then, we might take the money and buy a lot of new equipment for the church. Kind of interesting what you might find in the music closet of a church in a third-world country.
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| Jacki-O loves Mary more than life |
Ok, I’m going to make this a short blog because its part 2 of a two-fer week. TWO-FER! But please check out the blog right under this one. It might look boring because there are no pictures or semi interesting stories, but its real important. We’ve got prayer lists and then information about letters. If you only have time to look at one thing, please, please check out the “letter information” section of my last blog. Give it some thought. Hope to get this next blog up a little quicker than the last, but no promises. I think I’m going to be a lot busier at the farm for my last 5 weeks of my first trip. Thanks for taking the time to check up on me.
-Ben Heath
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