Aliens and Strangers

My favorite husband is still off in Egypt. His trainees asked him to perform in the short films they are making for this media training. In one he plays a college dean, in another he plays a clown. Look out Sundance!

On the home front we had a plethora of church and office activities. On Saturday we took two neighbor girls to a church youth group. One of the French families brought a Spanish exchange student. I managed to communicate enough with him to learn that he likes neither Enrique Inglesis nor Juanes (his nose wrinkled at the mention of Ricky Martin as well).

That evening the tots and I helped with kitchen duty for some big dog meetings at our office. We served food prepared by our Persian sisters. As the Princess and her friends giggled and washed all the dishes I enjoyed listening to a conversation between an Algerian woman who has lived her whole life in France and an American girl that spent 18 years in France and has now completed her first year at the University of Michigan (see earlier post about her graduation). They both spoke on the phenomenon of being at home neither here nor there. As those great songsters, Switchfoot sing, "I don't belong here". It is comforting to feel solidarity in our alienation.