Our littlest turned six and we celebrated with a bumpy slip and slide. The kids had to keep stopping to remove the volcanic rocks under the plastic table cloth that the handy man had rigged up with some plumbing gear.
The Cane Fields are Flooding. The beach is eroding. The She-oaks roots are exposed. The little fellas' hair has been tamed by a blue-haired lady in a funky jump-suit. The limitations of wet weather were overcome when Grandpa's old toolbox was discovered. The magical contents of Grandpa's toolbox have been put on display inside the house, a new toolbox dedicated to Grandpa and all the making men in the family. The flood waters closed all roads to school, prompting an excursion to a big kids place of learning. Where the locals were friendly and inquisitive. Thank goodness for paper, scissors, elastic and staples - real life savers over another wet weekend. The roads cleared and the wind has blown the rain away for now, but what of the cyclone off the coast?
A Quick Post while I have internet access. We are safe and now living without power or running water. Cyclone Evan was frightening and terrorised Samoa for 24 hours, it reached category 3 at 3am, then hovered off the coast threatening to return as a category 4. We bailed out our house for hours trying to keep the last two rooms dry, one for sleeping the other for storage. At 12pm we set up a cyclone shelter in a bathroom, with matress, passports, food, water, medicine and bag with change of clothes. We lost a small part of the carport roof and along with the rest of Samoa prayed that the roof of the house would hold and it did. The boy's cubby was destroyed. For many Samoans the cyclone was 100 times worse and continues to make life difficult. Our friend BRoss down at Salamumu lost his house and accommodation fales, but he and ...
somewhere over the rainbow way up high there's a land that i heard of once in a lullaby somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true some day i'll wish apon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me somewhereover the rainbow bluebirds fly birds fly over the rainbow why,then,oh why caan't i? somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true For Annie The girls from Vaola Village, Tina, Helen, Elsa, Ruti, Sene and Lyn painted their toes and joined in the prayer for Annie. Beautiful Girls.
That little six year old on his belly is one big fella!
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