henry and hair

So I went to visit Henry and Leonard in Kampala a few weekends ago. I needed to get away from everyone I live with. That, and I had to pick up my power cord which was being repaired. So I stayed with Henry. Henry is awesome. I had no idea I needed to talk with him and hear what he had to say until half-way thru the conversation. Apparently Hildegard von Bingen is more than a writer of music in medieval times. cool. I needed a dose of good strong wisdom. I needed a fresh perspective. I needed to borrow someone else’s lenses for a bit. I didn’t sleep much that night, but I rested more than if I had slept for 20 hours. Some people just have that sort of presence which radiates peace so that those around them can rest. Even if they are running around doing a dozen things, a deep peace pervades where they are, whispering that it is ok, already taken care of is such a quiet whisper that only the soul can hear it. And after you leave them, you realize how precious that time was. I like those people a lot, even if I only know them for a short time.

Oh, I also cooked breakfast for dinner for that household. No one else besides Henry knew how to make an omelet. Oi. And the Ugandans all ate a side dish of rice and vegetables next to the omelet. I don’t understand these people some days. That night I got so sick of trying to keep my hair healthy and failing miserably at it. So I took my scissors and sitting in from of the only full size mirror I know of, chopped my hair off. Right at the chin level. It doesn’t look half bad actually. Sadly its too short to collect into a pony tail so I wear it down and curly now. The next weekend I searched Kampala for hair clips, but no luck. So I walked into a tailor shop and asked if they had any plain color fabric strips. I paid 50 cents for some red cloth to tie around my head. The person selling it to me could not understand what I wanted it for. Yay for being a crazy mzungu.