Today Santa delivered the promised cradle. It’s an odd shaped thing, for a thin and long baby, but it is beautiful. It now cradles all my wool and knitting materials. We are accumulating stuff. We can’t help ourselves. We do that everywhere.
The new carpet has gone upstairs, on top of the office-supplied industrial Afghan carpets (sounds bad but even those carpets are quite nice). Axel doesn’t like its new place because the sun doesn’t reach there and the colors need sun to bring out the carpet’s beauty. Later, I think, later, when we are back.
The last few days the thought of going back in 9 months is in our minds a lot. Maybe that comes from our Skype video conversations with the girls; we peeked inside my Lobster Cove office, now occupied by Tessa and Steve, and the kitchen, where our neighbors, the girls and their men congregated for Christmas morning. Seeing all these people we love in a place we love so dearly tugs at our heartstrings.
In the middle of the morning Farid showed up. Farid is one of Axel’s students who is flying to Maine next week to attend an American high school. This is what all our students are preparing for. Farid, we think, is ready. We talked about A Thousands Splendid Suns and how this habit of sending 12 year old girls into marriage must change. I told him that these things will change because of him and his fellow students. He nodded.
Farid took Axel to the Turkish High School from where he graduated last week, to meet one of his teachers. This teacher, and others, want Axel to help them with their English. It’s funny how after years and years of not heeding the call of education, it is the direction in which the forces of the universe are pulling him. I know it is the right direction, it is just not what he thought would bring him what he needs. I think he is figuring that out now.
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