Fr. Magnus

I went to mass this morning at the hostel and the priest was white! Father Magnus is originally from Austria but came to Tanzania back in ’59 – before my mom was even born. We chatted for a little bit after mass, mostly in English. So this is the priest the sisters keep mentioning.

At home, I skinned and cooked some peanuts. I put them in a little water with a bit of salt and boiled them. When the water had evaporated, they had a milky sweet taste. Definitely have to try this again. I also dug swale #3 but it was really slow going; probably didn’t help that the slope created an optical illusion so I though the placement should be one way while looking downslope but another when looking upslope. It doesn’t really matter but I can’t help my perfectionism sometimes. Other foodstuffs I made today were corn tortillas and chocolate cake. They could use a little work to get right but both came out aright.

This evening, when I went to use the computer, I was summoned to the hostel. Fr. Magnus invited me to accompany him and Sr. Valentina to a home for runaway Masai girls and some other projects they are involved with along the road to Arusha. Sounds like a possible avenue for a secondary project; “great” thinks I. Except they are leaving tomorrow morning after the 07:00 mass at the hostel. I sent a text to PC asking for permission to go and made plans to depart while I waited for a reply. Kitty needs more than just dried fish the next 4 days – baking powder biscuits – check. Kitty needs someone to feed him – Uma is willing – check. Mom’s 50^th birthday is tomorrow – e-card sent – check. 2^nd master needs the schedule typed – check. You get the idea. Still waiting for a reply text.