Weekend

I meant to write blog entries all weekend, but instead I got caught up in the following:

• making paper frogs with the kids in our street
• Tetum homework and Tetum lesson
• Writing up various things – a message for Briony’s family, some answers to interview questions – my union wants to do a profile on me in the next national newsletter – cool, huh?

Also, I have advice. You can’t hold back tears or put off crying to a more convenient season; eventually they will come out. You might think, oh, I’m so tired of people moving my things around the house, again and again, but I’ll be patient; or, geez I can’t believe my friend just passed away, but I can’t cry now, I’ve gotta work. No. The tears will have the last laugh on *you* when the neighbour’s BLOODY dog chews the strap off your favourite pair of walking shoes and you suddenly dissolve into puddles of tears because that was the FINAL STRAW!…