I woke up way too early this morning because of a rooster.  It was still dark. I am not a morning person.  I have never been a morning person and I will never be a morning person.  Then you add in 40 something kids into the mix.  Every day we say “kid or kid?”  because the goats and the kids sound the same

I was happy to be hanging around here today due to the PTSD I sustained the last couple days.  Last night I nearly lost my mind.  Since Gertrude is still gone, that means pretty much everyone else is still gone.  No keys to the beer area.  I cracked out the airplane bottle of vodka and sucked it down.  I have never drank vodka straight and I do not think I will attempt it again.  I was thankful for my Nexium.  I had contemplated running but I figured the vodka was easier and less sweaty, besides I don’t think they have any good running paths.  I know, I’m such a loser.  I felt much better after that.  I am not sharing my ordeal of last night because what happens in Haiti, stays in Haiti. My friends and family would not let me return.  I’m alive and well and so that’s a good thing.

We did some physical therapy on some of the kids and worked with a few others to teach them how to eat.  The nannies would rather just feed the kids themselves instead of teaching them to eat.   It’s kind of pathetic.  There’s nothing we can really do to change it. I don’t freak out anymore when kids eat food off the floor or take it off of their lap or pull it out of their mouths..  I still get gaggy with the bodily fluids.  I’m quite a sight to see when I start gagging.

There’s a boy who I don’t know what he’s got going on besides taking his clothes off and on all day long.  When he eats though, after he’s done, he repeatedly regurgitates his food in his mouth.  This goes on for about a half hour.  I can’t even look at him or I will regurgitate my food.

The back wall they were building at the church

Hand carved alter

We went out and handed out more of the hygiene packs to families.  The people were very appreciative of everything.  Father Matt from St. Patrick’s in Yorkville had given me a bag of religious items to take down here.  He had said a prayer for me before I left so I felt like I was on a mission from God and I did not want to shuck my responsibilities, lest I be going to hell.   Well I think I actually have had a glimpse of hell while I’ve been down here.  Although it is hot, it’s not hot enough to burn all the garbage.  We walked to the church to meet with the priest but he wasn’t there but there were a bunch workers building the back wall to the church.  The older women were pumped to get a rosary and a guy named Ramie took the bag because he wanted the priest to see what we brought before it was gone.  It was kind of funny because Ramie wanted my friend Jamie’s number.  I told her if they had kids they could be Ramie Jamie or Jamie Ramie.  She wasn’t amused.

Representing Chi town albeit upside down.

Goat Alley

It was really hot out so we decided to go in search of some beer.  We were in luck.  Beer down here is about a buck.  We wanted to make sure they were very very  fret (cold).  For the most part they were.  We asked the guy if we could take them on our walk and we would return the bottles when they were finished.  In Haiti, you never get the bottle.  I think they get money for them.  We were looking for some sugar cane since Susan has never had any…City girl.  We didn’t find any. 

When we got back I saw one of the guy’s who works here, his pig and dog escaped.  I went out in search of the pig. My farming experience was finally going to pay off 40 some years later.  Jamie thought I was nuts.  I am.  I first tried wrangling him back to his area.  I don’t trust the dog.  The dog is in charge of guarding the pig.  I don’t know how you train a dog to guard a pig but apparently it can be done.  I then found a cane and thought I’ll steer his little pig butt back into the area he escaped from.  I think the dog thought I was going to hit him so I stopped with the cane.  I gave up and let them go hang out in a soccer field.  Eventually the owner got them back in and they both had dinner together.  I don’t know what the dog will do or think when the pig gets called to the bacon and pork chop place in the sky.

Harmonious dog and pig

Tomorrow we will take the kids back to horse therapy and I will gawk at Paco for the hour.  We were trying to take care of all the arrangements for the kids rides, but apparently the guy who is supposed to take us, had a big gate crash down on his head.  The guy who was describing it said his head and eyes were bloody.  I bet he won’t come.  Jamie may be taking us in a tap tap and I told her I hope no one else hops on for a taxi ride thinking we are legit.

Bike repair 101: fire and gasoline

One of the cute kids here!

That’s all for the night.  I’m cashed!