It’s Friday and Saturday is Coming!!!!

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The morning zipped by with Hannah and Aubrey playing Monopoly for as long as one usually plays Monopoly  (a very long time).  Elijah and Andrew decided to mow on the runway which now has extremely long grass.  They managed to mow for 2 hours until a messenger was sent (from the bad guys) that they needed to stop mowing.  By then it was almost lunch and today we would take the gang to the lake.

No complaints were heard as we dropped in and out of hundreds of potholes.  The raised suspension was effective to soften the impact.  A boat was available when we arrived at the dock and off we journeyed to Aunt Jan and Uncle Bob’s lake house. 

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It was 3:30 when we arrived.  So we asked the boat man to return at 5.  It get’s dark by 6 year round here.  The children swam.  Hannah let the guys know she did not like the swampy grass that she had to swim through to get to the deeper water where there was none.  Then the boys were unmerciful at putting grass and seaweed on her.  We had taken along our house helpers son and he was very gifted at diving to the bottom and brining up large hand full of green slimy weeds, much to poor Hannah’s suffering. 

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When they  finished  swimming we enjoyed sliced apples and Carmel (made by boiling sweeten condensed milk in its can for four hours).  It was 4:45 and Uncle Darron began scanning the horizon for our boat driver.  At 5 minutes to 6 he arrived.  By now it was almost dark and raining….not quite the sunset ride back to the dock I had imagined. 

 

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On the way home the children started singing praise song after praise song.  It was beautiful.  My heart filled with joy and I was so thankful that it was Friday and Saturday was coming, because there was hope that I was going to get some rest!  Uncle John and Aunt Wendy had offered to take the kids all hiking to the waterfalls (or did I beg?).  Then the evening would be filled with games and friends.  Sunday at 6 a.m. would end the first Camp Papua.  Pant… pant.  Glad it happened and glad it’s almost over.

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