Welcome to DSK (Deutsche Schule Kroondal)

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Kroondal, 10pm, Jutta Herrmann's home.  Sitting in an orange-painted bedroom, with a modern fan attached to the ceiling, to shoo away mosquitoes.  Had an intense day.  Intense only because I haven't been working for literally months, and now I had to sit in class, take notes, listen, spell words, move about from class to class - with crutches, try understand what the teachers were saying in Afrikaans, and just generally be a stranger in a new place and all that comes with it.  

All in all, I am staying.  The school, the director and her family, the teachers, the atmosphere, the children, the work itself, and everything around me is saying, Wonderful!  

After school, I swam in the Herrmanns' swimming pool, which tended more towards the icy side of summer, but I must have been in there a good 15 minutes of pure kicking (basically until my legs were sore and I could no longer kick).  And after the swim and being severely licked by Pumba, the puppy Jack Russell, I enjoyed a read outside at the garden table with the sun hitting my back.  I am reading Philip Yancey's The Jesus I Never Knew.  I am finding it a difficult read, as though I wasn't mentally ready for it, but so determined to read a Philip Yancey that I dived in without seeing the bottom.  So far it has plunged me into unexpected depths I have appreciated.  

I then proceeded to my orange room and sat in a very comfortable chair to read the other books I am reading: Faith's Proclamations of Health and Healing, Bread & Wine, and The Holy Bible (NIV).  I was determined not to fall asleep, since an afternoon nap probably meant repeating last night's ordeal of not being able to fall asleep and then not waking up at all.  So I decided to push through, cycle 10km (well, it was actually 9.8km because I couldn't see the LCD on the stationary bike), help cook, eat dinner, go through the work the class 4s have done so far this year, have a bath, check my emails, and write my blog.  Phew!  That's me outta here!

Bye for now!


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