We are back to having weekly sports on Wednesday afternoon. This last Wednesday was a bit of a highlight for me. Not only did my team win our game of touch rugby and then basketball, but most of our playing happened in the rain. This actually turned out to be great for basketball. Many of the guys don’t actually know how to play basketball. Among those who do know, the game looks a fair bit different from what Americans will be used to. For example, tackles are illegal, but I don’t think we’ve heard of either fouls or free throws. The final score is usually painfully low, and many students are incredibly self-conscious about trying to not look incompetent as we all play a game in which it is clear that almost all of us are incredibly incompetent. But the rain, counter-intuitively, changed all of this. The rain led to the occasional complete wipe-out, which provided some necessary comic relief. One could always blame the rain for one’s failures, and there was a lot more laughing than normal. And our final score was much higher than normal as well!
As the paragraph above would indicate, we have had a lot of rain. The power has also been out maybe half of the time over the last week. I still like the rain, though. There are few things more satisfying in life than a good thunderstorm and tropical downpour. One memory that stands out from the past week was our time of Eucharistic Adoration on Sunday evening, with continuous thunder outside.
A semi-wild village dog had her puppies under our house for a while. I found one whimpering outside a door at night and ended up playing with him for a while before I handed him off to our cook’s wife, who was eager to raise him. Later, a second puppy suddenly came up on the porch in the middle of the day looking for someone to play with. I was quite enamored with the puppy, and was debating whether I would try holding on to him rather than letting him follow his mother away. I was thinking I could name the two puppies Cyril and Methodius, since they were found on their feast day, and because Cyril and Methodius were also brothers (and missionaries to the Slavic peoples over a thousand years ago). His flea issues were one factor in the equation, and one of the brothers I live with saw them as pests and chased the mother and puppies away before I could make a move to address the flea issues. I guess it wasn’t meant to be!