A typical turned not-so-typical Thursday

I decided Wednesday night that the next day would be a perfect day to do a "day in the life" sort of pictures and blog post. People ask me all the time what a typical day for me looks like. I've tried to plan doing a walk-through of my day many times, but every time I thought of it, I remembered that I wouldn't have a "typical" day, and I didn't want to mislead. Well, I had nothing out of the ordinary planned on Thursday (no Nairobi trip, no car issues that I knew of to be fixed, no guests, no long excursions in town):

8:15 - wake up late, still tired and very groggy
8:30 - breakfast and social media

8:45 - realize I still have no water from the day before, get annoyed, get over it, get ready for the day

9:10 - starting to leave, then I remember that I forgot my camera and my bible and my laptop and my Swahili notebook
9:20 - actually leave
9:24 - on the way to the baby house

9:28 - Douglas greets me at the gate in a jump suit making a weird face

9:35 - weekly Bible study with the Furaha mamas

10:15 - and worship

10:30 - say hi to Maggy, who is outside taking her hair out

10:40 - smell maize cooking in the kitchen, so I go investigate

10:50 - crash study Swahili, which I didn't do last night, and have a tea-and-maize snack

10:54 - remember that I won't see the babies for a couple hours, so I go visit them, even though they were supposed to be taking a nap

11:10 - come back to finish crash studying, see this corn husk which looks like fall time, get sad that I'm not home, then get excited that I WILL be home soon, while it's still fall

11:20 - my Swahili teacher, Ayub, calls to say that he's here early. I tell him to come upstairs, and I pretend like I was studying, not thinking about brown leaves and apple cider.
11:30 - he brings me this bright pink book. I complain and moan and get frustrated and flail for an hour, because I'm bad at Swahili. I have no idea why Ayub doesn't hate me.

12:30 - break for a surprise birthday party for Bekah

1:00 - cake included

1:30 - decide that I'm done with Swahili for the day because it's my birthday eve, play with some babies, and chat with some friends
2:00 - rice lunch with Caitlin and Jenny

2:30 - a brand new baby (still not even bathed yet) comes from hospital

2:45 - do some long-overdue work on the computer

3:45 - a crying auntie comes in to tell me that the new baby "is no longer with us"
3:46 - finally find the other aunties huddled around in the eating room, holding and looking at the sweet tiny baby that only lived a few hours.
4:00 - talk with and pray for Auntie Maggy, who had already fallen in love with the baby and held him as he "left"
4:15 - go downstairs to talk with Emmah about plans for tomorrow
4:30 - play with babies
5:30 - finally go home after waiting for a terrible storm to stop
5:35 - drive through this rushing river at the end of the baby house road

5:37 - drive through a pond at the end of my road
5:40 - get home and ask the caretaker to pump water into my tank (in Swahili, thank you VERY much)
5:42 - take out the trash
5:45 - shower, unpack all of my stuff from the day, check social media
6:30 - make pizza crust dough for bruschetta dinner
8:00 - make bruschetta dinner

8:30 - eat bruschetta dinner (delicious, you guys!) and flip through these magazines that I found at the baby house

9:00 - power goes out for a while, so I kind of do nothing
9:45 - power's back on, so I try (three times!) calling a wonderful friend who I miss dearly. No such luck.

10:00 - watch a new episode of Duck Dynasty and go to bed early BECAUSE TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY AND WE'RE LEAVING FOR NAIROBI AT 7:00 THE NEXT MORNING

I came close to not even posting this, because obviously a very normal Thursday became a day that was really exciting, then really sad, and not something that happens typically (or ever). But the truth is that there really is no "typical" day for me here. Even when people ask me what a normal day looks like, I start with "There's really no such thing as a normal day here". And it's true. I start my mornings thinking of what all I have planned for the day ahead, and I rarely get two of those things on my list done and there are always surprises. Surprise trips to town, surprise lunch with friends, surprise meetings, surprise baby-parent matches, surprise lulls where I do nothing for an extended period of time, surprise new babies, surprise floods, surprise power outtages, surprise animal births, etc. I don't say this to make my life sound so cool and unpredictable (but it is pretty cool and unpredictable), but it's just reality. There's just no such thing as a normal day.