A few noteworthy items
First off, I'm back! Hooray! Second, sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've especially had several people asking about what happens next in the monkey hunt. So I'll start with that, although you might not want to hear it once you've read it.
Monkey's best friend; Monkey's worst enemy
So on a day not long after my last post, in the early morning (I think it was a Saturday), I woke up to the sound of monkeys yelling and doing their strange hoarse poodle barking sound. This wasn't so unusual that I thought anything of it, and reached for my headphones to listen to some Charlotte Church in an attempt to grab a bit more sleep before facing the day. Eventually the appointed time came, and I rolled myself out of bed, untucked the mozzie net and was on my way to the clinic. All went well, and I came back at lunch time for some ugali and unnamed vegetables. Christopher, my dear sweet Christopher (possibly the cutest child in the world), wanted to go for a walk after lunch, so his Auntie Judy was more than happy to take him around. Christopher loves to see the monkey. And the cats. And anything else that moves, really. There's something about being 11 months that makes life all about simple pleasures. We walked over to the monkey tree, where our little friend has been tied up (with food, water, and enough rope to climb up his little tree). Oddly, I couldn't see his tail hanging down from the branch he always sat on. As we got closer I saw that he was in fact lying down on the ground. Still. Very still. And his body was in two pieces--top half and bottom half. Yes, he had been ripped (or bitten, I didn't get close enough to observe it) in half by the monkeys who had come to visit him that morning. Likely his own father, the alpha male. Why? I don't know. Ask a monkey behaviourist. And so ended the monkey hunt. After that, they were as bold as you please again, watching me as I hung out my laundry, jumping through the trees overhead like the hooligans they are, knowing that I didn't have anything to throw at them, and by the time I found something they'd be far enough away (six feet or more) for my aim to miss them every time. Cheeky.
In answer to the second-most asked question, did I get all the births I needed? Yes, I did. I got eight exactly, which was the exact number I needed.
I'm tired. I'm not so much in the blogging mood at present, but I thought I owed it to everyone who's been anxiously waiting to hear about my (former) friend the monkey. A few other things of note:
MY SISTER HAD THE BABY! Caleb Joel was born on March 26th just as the day turned to Sunday. I talked to Melinda a few days ago, and she's doing well. Loves motherhood. Had quite a fast birth (there's hope for all of you primigravidas out there, too!), and a lovely little baby. I'll post his picture up here in the next week. I'd love to go out and see them tomorrow, if possible, but I don't know when I'll get to go. He's so cute. I think he might take after me.
The other thing is I've received an update on Dagmar in Germany. Here it is:
Dagmar Sippel has been in Germany since the 20th January in a rehabilitation facility and there have been small improvements since. She is able to follow simple instructions and is improving in some of her exercises. The physiotherapist is very happy with her progress. There are still some adjustments - for both the facility in seeing where Dagmar is at in her progress, and also for Dagmar as she adjusts to being in a new situation. Her family reports that she is seemingly more aware of people as well as situations around her such as looking out of the window and noticing what is happening outside. The family feels that she is more able to follow conversations but cannot respond at present.
There have also been some difficulties with the improvements. In the last week Dagmar has improved greatly in her activity but there have been a few mishaps in which she has fallen out of her wheelchair. Those caring for her have needed to secure her at times so that she can’t move as much to prevent further injury. This is a hard time for Dagmar, as well as for the family. Dagmar has been able to stand and has taken a few steps with help. Continue to pray for the family as they care for her which does include a lot of travel. Please also pray for continued healing for Dagmar.
Monkey's best friend; Monkey's worst enemy
So on a day not long after my last post, in the early morning (I think it was a Saturday), I woke up to the sound of monkeys yelling and doing their strange hoarse poodle barking sound. This wasn't so unusual that I thought anything of it, and reached for my headphones to listen to some Charlotte Church in an attempt to grab a bit more sleep before facing the day. Eventually the appointed time came, and I rolled myself out of bed, untucked the mozzie net and was on my way to the clinic. All went well, and I came back at lunch time for some ugali and unnamed vegetables. Christopher, my dear sweet Christopher (possibly the cutest child in the world), wanted to go for a walk after lunch, so his Auntie Judy was more than happy to take him around. Christopher loves to see the monkey. And the cats. And anything else that moves, really. There's something about being 11 months that makes life all about simple pleasures. We walked over to the monkey tree, where our little friend has been tied up (with food, water, and enough rope to climb up his little tree). Oddly, I couldn't see his tail hanging down from the branch he always sat on. As we got closer I saw that he was in fact lying down on the ground. Still. Very still. And his body was in two pieces--top half and bottom half. Yes, he had been ripped (or bitten, I didn't get close enough to observe it) in half by the monkeys who had come to visit him that morning. Likely his own father, the alpha male. Why? I don't know. Ask a monkey behaviourist. And so ended the monkey hunt. After that, they were as bold as you please again, watching me as I hung out my laundry, jumping through the trees overhead like the hooligans they are, knowing that I didn't have anything to throw at them, and by the time I found something they'd be far enough away (six feet or more) for my aim to miss them every time. Cheeky.
In answer to the second-most asked question, did I get all the births I needed? Yes, I did. I got eight exactly, which was the exact number I needed.
I'm tired. I'm not so much in the blogging mood at present, but I thought I owed it to everyone who's been anxiously waiting to hear about my (former) friend the monkey. A few other things of note:
MY SISTER HAD THE BABY! Caleb Joel was born on March 26th just as the day turned to Sunday. I talked to Melinda a few days ago, and she's doing well. Loves motherhood. Had quite a fast birth (there's hope for all of you primigravidas out there, too!), and a lovely little baby. I'll post his picture up here in the next week. I'd love to go out and see them tomorrow, if possible, but I don't know when I'll get to go. He's so cute. I think he might take after me.
The other thing is I've received an update on Dagmar in Germany. Here it is:
Dagmar Sippel has been in Germany since the 20th January in a rehabilitation facility and there have been small improvements since. She is able to follow simple instructions and is improving in some of her exercises. The physiotherapist is very happy with her progress. There are still some adjustments - for both the facility in seeing where Dagmar is at in her progress, and also for Dagmar as she adjusts to being in a new situation. Her family reports that she is seemingly more aware of people as well as situations around her such as looking out of the window and noticing what is happening outside. The family feels that she is more able to follow conversations but cannot respond at present.
There have also been some difficulties with the improvements. In the last week Dagmar has improved greatly in her activity but there have been a few mishaps in which she has fallen out of her wheelchair. Those caring for her have needed to secure her at times so that she can’t move as much to prevent further injury. This is a hard time for Dagmar, as well as for the family. Dagmar has been able to stand and has taken a few steps with help. Continue to pray for the family as they care for her which does include a lot of travel. Please also pray for continued healing for Dagmar.
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