The smell of rancid meat is a great welcome home. Oh. Yes. We. Did. Our careful selves unplugged the power bar under the desk to keep our $20 printer safe from a power surge in our absence. Well played except that we forgot that our extra fridge also uses that plug. If you can skip the weird factor that our extra fridge is in our bedroom next to our desk/office space that is also in our master bedroom, you can go straight to the fact that this extra fridge was left to us by previous teachers. This used fridge was a welcome gift since tracking down ground meat in this city can be a treasure hunt and when I find it, I stock pile.
We were gone for three weeks. It was a fantastic time filled with great training, renewal, and rest. Nothing like pulling out for a few weeks to give you a fresh perspective. I am sure you will hear more about our trip in the next couple of posts. We came home armed with new resources and a vision to embrace our new semester with boldness and innovation.
Kinda funny how you can be so ready for something new and be hit with the smell of the old as soon as you walk in the door. Actually, we could smell it in the hall of our apartment. So sorry neighbors!
A freezer filled with meat that had thawed and sat in my bedroom for three weeks…Wow! Actually it was the two bags of chocolate chips and the 3 lb bag of coffee that I was saving in that same freezer that brought me to tears…and I never cry. (Okay, that is a lie. I cry a lot, but these tears I am blaming on our late evening arrival and my crazy love of both chocolate and coffee. Oh, Ld deliver me!)
My sweet husband rolled up his sleeves and began to scrub.
It has been two days and you can not believe the smell that lingers. We have tried everything, but due to the “excellent” design of the freezer that has a seam at its back that leads to a 2 inch compartment….well, let’s just say we push on the bottom of the freezer and we see red foam. Crazy.
Today, I gave in. I think we might just need perform surgery on the freezer and saw out the bottom or throw it out.
Not that I am over thinking this rancid meat as I come home thing….but, it really feels so ironic. Sometimes all you can do is throw in the sponge.
Hubby starts his classes today. He again has been assigned the literature classes with the added bonus of being asked to teach more freshmen on a second campus. My classes start tomorrow. No new students for me….the same sweet kids will be eagerly greeting me as I enter the orphanage halls. So, what is my new? Oh, that I could put into words what is taking place in my heart. I guess all I can say is that I have new depths in my heart. I am being broken so that I can love even more deeply.
I also might be shopping for a new freezer.
Casting A Stone 