Goodbye to Summer

Bonjour to you all, family and friends -

A brisk ocean-like breeze has blown in from the coast today, and I can tell that Fall is just around the corner. Hmmm. As a matter of fact, I'm a bit chilly, and just ran to get myself a wrap to wear while I type. After seeing a few homes being built, we realize that insulation is virtually unused in them. We actually loved coming into our shutter-enclosed, darkened house after being out in the summer sun, because it was like walking into a cool cave. But, as the weather cools down outside of these basically rock or cement block homes, we do begin to bundle up more inside and shiver in our boots a bit on the tile floors.

We have been experiencing some "panic attacks," off and on lately, as we realize that we will be leaving here in just a few short weeks. The thought of having to say goodbye to the Branch makes us very sad and leaves us torn with conflicting emotions. Jack's second counselor, Patrick, says that we can go home for a month's vacation, and then return and be just like we were. We actually kicked that thought around for a while--maybe we should come back and get an apartment here, so that we could finish helping our friends, and tie up our dangling loose ends. Don't worry, sanity does have a way of returning as we began to realize that it would NOT be the same. We have been so blessed with perfect places to live, all furnished for our use, practically falling into our laps. We'd most likely not be that lucky if we returned. Besides, people do move on; we aren't indispensable; and others will step up to fill in the gaps that we have left. It's just that you become accustomed to seeing certain people often, and there is a trust and friendship that builds up between you when you've shared problems with them, and their happy or sad times also. It will be hard to leave.

Then again, there is Alain Kaus, whose latent cooking genes have been somehow activated. He is now in the kitchen constantly with me each week, "helping" with the bachelor repas. On the one hand, I like help; on the other hand, he is so unpredictable he drives me crazy. Last week, he brought in not just his one loaf of honey white bread (which has improved in texture immensely from his inedible first attempt), but also two more "dessert" loafs--one of which was studded with chocolate and one made with goopy caramel. He also brought special jams to eat with them, an orange marmalade, and a scary looking banana confiture; plus two jars of nutty or smooth peanut butter, and a jar of Nutella. He then set about cutting up each of those large, square loaves into slices, while my little helper (79-year-old Adele) and I, tried to make the green salad and keep out of his knife-wielding way. Then he was with us, wringing out a piece of mozzarella cheese that he'd brought, cutting it right on top of the lettuce, as we stood back and let him have his way. He brought Jack some Turkish Halva to try (which appears to be a near-eastern sweet treat), but he hasn't been up to opening it yet, because it really isn't very appetizing looking. Then last night at FHE, he brought me a cooking magazine 'Cuisine Actuelle', and seemed to be saying, as he talked and talked at me, that I needed to learn some French recipes. I like that idea, it's just the many translations of words and terms that I need to master first; but that was nice of him--I think.

The Elders have found a new Ami who is very interested in the church, and has come to church the last two weeks. The bad news is that he is also a bachelor and, as Richard sadly shook his head, this is a Branch of 'Celibataires'. He is a sweet little man whose apartment is cluttered with clocks, as that seems to be his passion in life; and he is under a doctor's care, and gets through life's trials with pills apparently. That seems to be France's answer to every body's problem. I sat behind him last week when Jack spoke in Sacrament meeting about the Apostasy and Jesus Christ and the restoration, and he was nodding his head vigorously throughout, agreeing with everything that was presented. He is wanting baptism, but the Elders want him to receive all the lessons first. He came and played UNO with us and won his first game ever played and killed Elder Chlarson with plus 4's every hand. We have a lot of fun together on Monday nights.

Well, that's a little update from us over here for now. Hope all is going well in your part of the world, stay safe, endure well, and we love you!

Sister Mom (Joanne) Gran'ma