If you don't live in Grants Pass, then you wouldn't know that it straight up poured yesterday! Which was wonderful and glorious because of all of the wildfires in the area, not only to help with the fires, but also to help get rid of the smoke for a while! I could see the sunset last night! And blue sky!! It was so peaceful, and finally felt like a real summer night again. It's crazy that in just a few weeks, I can forget how beautiful my surroundings are.
So as I was driving to work in this deluge, I was remembering when it would rain in Uganda. I chuckled to myself as I recalled what would happen when it would rain in Uganda, compared to what happens here. Here, life goes on. Throw on a raincoat and boots maybe, dance in the rain if you will, but in general, life goes on. Not in Uganda though. Some things I miss, others I don't. It was always frustrating that the lightest sprinkle would cause the power, and therefore the already finicky internet, to go out. No one went out in the rain either; life kind of came to an abrupt temporary hault. This seemed silly to us Americans, but I actually (surprisingly) adapted to that thought process! Some mornings when I heard rain on our metal rooftop (which makes the rain QUITE loud), I would lay in bed a bit longer and wonder if I should take my chances and go late to class since our professor was probably going to be late anyways (remember, the life stopping kind of thing.) As much as I would get frustrated that the power/internet would go out, and no one would go anywhere in the rain, a part of me appreciated it. It was a forced stillness, a reason to stop and appreciate life and those you were with. Instead of rushing to use the internet and get on facebook, we would stay in the dining hall and talk with friends, because hey, I couldn't go out in that rain and risk getting my braids/weave wet! Ain't nobody got time for that!
So as I was driving to work in this deluge, I was remembering when it would rain in Uganda. I chuckled to myself as I recalled what would happen when it would rain in Uganda, compared to what happens here. Here, life goes on. Throw on a raincoat and boots maybe, dance in the rain if you will, but in general, life goes on. Not in Uganda though. Some things I miss, others I don't. It was always frustrating that the lightest sprinkle would cause the power, and therefore the already finicky internet, to go out. No one went out in the rain either; life kind of came to an abrupt temporary hault. This seemed silly to us Americans, but I actually (surprisingly) adapted to that thought process! Some mornings when I heard rain on our metal rooftop (which makes the rain QUITE loud), I would lay in bed a bit longer and wonder if I should take my chances and go late to class since our professor was probably going to be late anyways (remember, the life stopping kind of thing.) As much as I would get frustrated that the power/internet would go out, and no one would go anywhere in the rain, a part of me appreciated it. It was a forced stillness, a reason to stop and appreciate life and those you were with. Instead of rushing to use the internet and get on facebook, we would stay in the dining hall and talk with friends, because hey, I couldn't go out in that rain and risk getting my braids/weave wet! Ain't nobody got time for that!
