Another week flew by. I measure it’s passing in algebra lessons, and my success by the ease of their presentation. Currently I must prepare each lesson individually and review my notes before and during the class. I didn’t realize how stressful this could be – or I had forgotten. Now I find myself studying the material and weighing the order of topics, the method of presentation, and the choice of appropriate applications. Nothing just flows. Gone are days when I could look at the book for a few minutes on the weekend and I would know what I would do for the coming week. Perhaps the 2nd semester, when I repeat the class, I will recapture that flow. . .
This week the two pwihks gave birth to 21 piglets. In the 1st batch, one was born dead, but the other 8 were fine. The 2nd mother has delivered 12, all healthy. This makes about 28 under 1 month old. There will be some good eating come Christmas!
The neighborhood has been busy cleaning and making room for a large group of relatives and friends who will be coming for a funeral.
The ground in front of the house was cleaned. Crushed rock and coral were delivered and spread. Awnings were raised. Cinder blocks were used for the crypt. Lots of food was prepared and sakau was pounded and shared with all.
Everyone, including the young, has been pitching in; some moving gravel, some raking, some cooking. . .
The mourning and the recognition of his life will not be held until he and his wife arrive by plane and he is prepared for burial. This will be next week. Until then, no member of the family is alone. There are cousins and uncles, aunts and grandchildren, and friends and friends of friends, all helping, or supervising the helpers. . .
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