20 Oct
I’ve been carrying water from morning to night- literally.
Last night there was a terrible windstorm. The power went out. This morning, we awaken to find some houses completely out of power, some with working lights and no working outlets, some with working lights and working outlets, and all without water.
By 7:30 in the morning, a friend and I were walking down the dusty African road with a huge metal pot between us. (I’m talking like a 10lb pot. Pretty sure it’s more.) After filling it half way we had to walk back. I wasn’t sure my shoulder was going to last.
After breakfast, another trip with the pot and a trip with a 20 liter bucket on my head to manually flush the toilets.
After lunch, another trip with the bucket.
Before supper, a trip with another 20 L container (buddy system where they have one handle and I have the other) and a 5 L bottle in the other hand. This water was to bath in and supply the house with water and flushing.
After supper, another trip with the bucket.
Today was also a CarePoint day. CarePoint days mean I get dirty- normally exceptionally so. Today was no different. So, of course I had to get clean. This entailed me taking the container I was my clothes in with about 4 inches of water in it, soaping up and trying to get all the soap off with a wash cloth and a slight amount of clean water. I now understand why they used to only wash their hair on Saturday nights and why it was always pinned up. Need I tell you I did not wash my hair tonight?
My attire is a little crazy as well. I won’t bother explaining it, let’s just say I don’t even come close to matching.
This morning Brandi left. It has been great to have her here. I also felt bad for her because she couldn’t even shower before spending nearly a day in the airport and then 18 hours on a plane.
So, the day has been adventurous. We are hoping for water tomorrow. I rarely appreciate the plumbing until I don’t have any. Therefore, I am thankful for the temporary loss.
“You are black now,” they say. I say, “When I can no longer keep count of the buckets I’ve carried on my head, then I will be Swazi.” They say, “You are good wife material, Bethany. You need to marry a Zimbabwean.” I laugh and say, “No, thank you.”
What a day! 
Amazing how God helps us to change our perspective. I will try to not make you carry water (or at least that much) when you come stay with me.
Hey Beth don’t pass the offer too quickly..rather say we will see!