without dead time

oh no…it’s reached that point again, I always know it will, when I miss everyone from and everyplace in Moklei so bad it hurts…and it’s weird after barely seeing anyone this weekend with all the running around and event restructuring and whatnot….but last night all I could do before sleeping was think about the “cool” factor of the weekend versus my memories of daily life in Immokalee. Like the newcomers at HOB “the CIW is so cool!!” but which part is the cool part? The poverty, the exploitation, or the…well, the victory. All right. The CIW is pretty cool. Time for another rundown. I miss: spending all day sweating, in and out of the office, and then going to someone’s house for dinner. And spicy sauce from la michoacana. I even miss dinners at “la seis”. I miss Oannes like crazy. I miss waking up in the sun and putting on a movie while cooking lunch with the screen door open and sand blowing in. I miss  drinking bloody marys, sitting on top of the dryer outside and watching the little lizards run in and out of the holes in the shed. I really miss sitting up late at night when everyone else went to sleep, on the couch at the convent, feeling some of my most intense feelings ever, then waking up in the sun, again, and everything being just like always.

The tour bus just called, asking for good buffets around the Louisville area. I feel better. Maybe things will be more or less, just like always.