Yes, it’s still raining. This is the Ruta 19, the main trunk road from here to Cordoba, the provincial capital. At the moment a sizeable chunk of it remains impassible, with more rain predicted for tomorrow. Martin and a bunch of blokes from church have a date on Saturday morning to go and give a hand to an old guy who has been wading around in five inches of water in his house for the last fortnight.
This is the district Scout leaders meeting which I was at on Sunday. There are some wonderful folk in the district who I enjoy catching up with. And it is great to see our Scout group moving forward from “small, poor and irrelevant” to starting to look like a force to be reckoned with. We’re the posse in the orange neckerchiefs on this side of the photo.
Martin chased this character out of our front garden the other day. And then realised too late that if we’d left him for another half an hour he might have finished the job of cropping the lawn.
No photo, but at the moment most evenings we’re sharing food with a guy newly arrived in San Francisco from the north of the country looking for manual work. Communication is somewhat interesting owing to him being Deaf and having significant speech difficulties, as well as a few other minor disabilities. We realised that he can’t tell the time, so yesterday Martin hit on a workable solution; “When the sun goes down tomorrow, come to my house”.