DAY 120 Believe in BORNEO

Ezra and the Elagadaytor. Ezra is the king of making up cool words for his toys. Elagadaytor – I guess a combination of Elephant Eagle an Alligator and something else. Let me know if you can figure out the other animal. Today we walked to the market early to buy a dozen eggs that came with 2 sturdy cardboard containers. Ezra and Viena biked home the groceries in their baskets. Ezra used some rope and made a train with the toy egg crates and then placed all his toys in the egg crates and toured them around the living room. He called his creation the Elagadaytor. When I tried to repeat the name he corrected me numerous times before I could say the word correctly – Elagadaytor. The rest of the day, we hid out inside from the days heat. I think I discovered why Ezra has ringworm fungi on his ear because the girls at the market are always touching his ears and smiling with Ezra and pinching his nose – but I do not see a ring on his nose, yet – that will be the clincher. Viena’s fever is history. Yay! Yippee! Yahoo! Let’s hope we will only have temple mosque fever from now on. I organized some of the photos on the computer. NIce to be able to look at times and years go by and then at the end I just think, “Wow, that is all!” I just summed up the last 15 years of my life in a matter of hours. All you are, are you photos – and I take alot of photos – and still not very satisfying, substantial. I need to start combining these photos with something else. Ezra and Viena entertained themselves all day with the toys and the cool space to play in. Because of the size, this place has been really good for Viena and Ezra to have their own space and play. My crock pot soup was still around so we ate the rest for lunch and dinner. Everyone really gobbled the soup up. The kitchen has been great. I with their were less flies. Even if you go outside to the porch to sit, the flies just pester your ankles and legs and that is not peaceful. The fly paper at the market is always stacked full of flies. That is what we need. Fly swatters are so violent. But if you were a fly, which way would you like to go. Stuck with 100’s of others or smashed instantly and individually.