Thursday-Friday, during which we finally go to the post office!

There were no patients on Friday. Noooone. After lunch, I read with Meskeram for awhile. In the evening, we went to play soccer (for some reason, we no longer play on our field). We play now outside near Samson’s house, on a terribly slippery small field that runs into a threshing floor. Dodging cows and donkeys to get our ball back, priceless. Anyway, we had to stop to ge the ball from one of the guards, and there was an evil creature (aka, goat) tied there, and Yobe grabbed it by its balls and picked up. I could not stop laughing (do not worry, I did feel some pity for the poor thing).
Friday, we had a few patients, and near patients. Why do all the patients come right around 12, as we are leaving to go eat. Cameron cannot leave because Amanuel is usually not there, and we might prescribe something for the patients. We went home and did non-electricity things for awhile. I went into Cameron's room and came back out pretending that Kitty had been in his room. AND HE BELIEVED ME. It was great and super funny. Finallllllllllly… guess what! Abebe came to TAKE US TO THE POSTA BET!!!! Post office!!! Hareg was with us, so we dropped her off at home and then stopped at the post office. I made copies of our passports while Cameron bought peanut butter from the grocery store downstairs. I left with two packages, and Cameron (who had a slip for an envelope) left with three packages and no envelope. Background: The post office lady is a very disagreeable lady, and would not give me the other two addressed to me (Mom they are from you, I assume…. I identified them by the duck tape all over them :-D). They were addressed to Hareg (and me DOH) but she filled out the papers for Hareg, and did not have the time (“no time no time”) to switch the slip and let me take it. Oh, but she can give it to us on Monday. Does she realize how hard it is to GET to the post office? We do not arrange our own transportation, I explained, and it is very inconvenient to come to the post office to get our mail. Monday. Well, we cannot come Monday. Maybe Wednesday. Does she not want us to clear out her behind-the-desk area of all our packages? Anyway. We will be nice to her even though she… is mean. We had a package-opening party when we got home. Cameron’s three were all from Southern, and one of mine was from CHRISSSSS and the other from my aunt! Both excellent packages :-D, THANK YOU GUYS!!! and we got cool things from the SM office as well. Mmm I smell like veggie meat (Friday is taco night).