Tides of New Years Eve

It has been raining or should I say down pouring for several days now. The road is a river and full of pot holes—some you can see and some you cannot. I am really enjoying navigating the road with windows down, ABBA playing on the radio, and my hair blowing in the wind. It is better than any video game.

 

I am being entertained on this New Year’s Eve with what the storms have brought in, which is a good thing as my leg is too swollen to walk on thanks to the Christmas Day dog bit.  The high waves have brought us what my neighbor is calling firewood but it sure looks like the remains of someone’s house to me.

View outside of my kitchen

Neighbor's First Attempt to collect Firewood



On-lookers

Mastered



 



Family Talent

I was invited to a family gathering last night.  I was impressed as this family has its own maneaba, which is a traditional meeting hall for a community.  The event was a big deal with an MC and an actual program--even the local nuns were invited. The grandmother had made dancing outfits for her grandchildren and they were so cute. Each child either did a short dance to a clap or performed the Te Mwaie, the traditional dances of Kiribati. Then, there was singing and prayers followed by what everyone was waiting for of course—food.



Worried Sisters

Still Worried



Family Choir



Hot Younger Brother




Undeniable Talent




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