We arrived home to a house that desperately needed cleaning. It seems as though all of Mexico dried and shriveled into dust while we were gone. Said dust then proceeded to plant itself on every surface of our house.
Here is my attempt to capture the mayhem on film.
Here is Jay helping with the cleaning.
Here is our very dead plant that simply could not survive a week without our tender love.
Also, with the whole drying and shriveling process has come something I don't think I was totally prepared for here in Mexico - Cold Air.When we wake in the mornings it is about 50 degrees in our house, and a day full of baking in the sun doesn't do much to warm the place. So far, we are too cheap to turn on our heater. We simply layer up in the evenings and sleep nice and warm under our new quilt that was bestowed upon us by Mama Taylor in Nebraska.
So we are ok. Adjusting to being back. Freezing our tushes off when we use the bathroom (the bathroom window is permanently stuck open about 2 inches), and returning to the service God has planned for us for this season in our lives.
1 comment:
I swear, my winter in Puebla was the coldest I've ever had, though it doesn't compare to Nebraska temperature-wise. No central heat and a cinder block house make for cold bones. No matter how many layer you put on, it seems you never can get warm.
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