Salsarific!

I made salsa the week before school started with all the bounties of our garden. The only thing we didn't grow was the onion and cilantro. It ended up making 16 pints!

Ready to begin cutting.(note the lone squash!) This is one week's worth of tomatoes. I had to line them up on the dining room window sill as well as the kitchen's.
Ready to cook.
The cooking begun.

Whirl Wind and a Great Fire!

It is been a humdinger of two weeks. I have made it through and all of my students are still alive and kicking. I have a little Julie in my class this year which is pretty funny. Too bad I don't have my Dad there to spank her little rear! Spanish class is going fine and some days it is a wonderful treat to go to class where I don't have someone doing wrong every two minutes. We had a birthday party for one my students the first Friday of school-of course they loved it. I only have 5 students in Spanish. While I was just typing this my son bought in his paper that has black fleck that looked like soot particles and asked me what it was from. I went down stairs and found out that I just narrowly averted (by the Lord's grace) burning down the kitchen! I had left a candle burning in a plastic candle holder ,which must be just for looks,-I know very stupid- and the candle caught it on fire. It had burned all the way to the counter top and there is soot every where. And the house stinks! But thank you Lord it is still standing.

Like Home Sweet Home

Sunday evening I attended, for the first time, the Spanish church that was started by the church where I teach. I have told most of you that I see but some of you may not know that I am broadening my horizons to include teaching high school Spanish-and I am terrified! Not of the kids but that my Spanish is not so great. So I will be going to Iglesia Bautista Calvario twice a month. I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my former student and her family (her dad is Mexican and her mom American). They shared a bilingual Bible which I will surely need to invest in. The Pastor is Uruguayan and his wife American. They are so warm and friendly and the people so sweet. I really really enjoyed the service and got choked up when singing the precious hymns of our faith in Spanish. It reminded me so much of Panama it was almost like being there (except not so hot-ha ha) Besides, as my cousin Jamie says "everything sounds so much better in Spanish". It is a very beautiful language.
So any way we had a great time. Matt was enamored with the ear bud for hearing the translation into English and prayed with one of the boys he knew and then they played out side. The other boy was thrilled to hear that we would be coming regularly.
I find it also important to note that we used to tease our mother mercilessly for getting choked up (especially if she had to speak). I guess it is only just that my castigo (punishment) is that I now am more emotional than she ever was!