Mi missim K tru.

I was driving home from an appointment this afternoon and looked over to see a car with a Papua New Guinea flag on its bumper. I waived at the driver, an elderly white male that must think I'm crazy and assume he's a missionary or supports missionaries in PNG. Mi no save.

And then a flood of emotions began. I miss K. The appointment I had come from concerned K and then seeing that flag on the back of a minivan in Middle America. I just started thinking about things and everything seems to be a reminder that K is not here. K loves going to the movies, and I keep a mental list of all the movies that we'll have to see when he comes back. That makes me sad. I miss that man a lot. Tumas.

Anyway, there is a man coming from PNG to begin his PhD studies at a local university. I have secured housing for him and someone gave me a set of sheets for a bed I got him. They're white. And were used. So, I put them in the washer with some bleach + hot water + detergent+ fabric softner and now they're usable. I like to smell the fabric softener in my sheets, so I don't dry them 100% in the dryer. I let them air dry so the softness and smell stays with them.

I thought I'd share some pictures of my day-to-day life. Here's my boring non-K life:



Messy Living Room.
See the sheets? Oh, and some clothes I unpacked from my suite case and haven't dealt with yet.




Dining Area (aka Alex's domain- he uses underneath the dining room table as his command center).




Alex on the Prowl. He's got moves like jaguar.




Can you spot Alex's No Good, Very Bad Best Friend? Hours of entertainment provided by that mouse. He's a twin brother with a feather for a tail, but unfortunately the tail was chewed off.




I don't know which one I like more- the almond milk or the chocolate eclairs. Yum.