This shop was black, and by that I don't mean skin color, though we were the only white people there--I mean culture. Some may say I'm putting my foot in my mouth here, treading inconsiderately on sensitive racial issues. If I am, it's unintentional and done in ignorance. And I admit some ignorance in that I can't put my finger on exactly what it is, but there is a black culture that is its own unique thing, and Benjo and I had the privilege of experiencing it today.
He wouldn't smile for anything until that moment he saw his hair in the mirror--then he put on a big grin! This was as close as I could get on camera though.
He insisted on getting to take a picture of my new haircut too.
I'm not thrilled with the resulting haircut, actually, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. It was fun to listen to the women talk and try to understand their conversation. Their southern speak was challenging for me! And I think that communication challenge may be why I didn't quite get the haircut I wanted.
The next day, Sunday, we had the sister missionaries over for dinner. I cooked, making a ham and potato soup using some of our leftovers from our Christmas feast. I'm getting better at cooking, bit by bit. It used to be that cooking triggered me. After cooking I would be angry for a good while before I could cool down. I'm not sure why, but it was something I hated doing. Well, it's still not my favorite thing, but I rarely get upset from it anymore, and I find I'm not a half bad chef... if the recipe is a yummy one.
What a delight they are! This branch is lucky to have two awesome sisters. Also, I love Noel's smile in this pic!
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