And there are a couple of Ugandan-American kids here who are still longing for their home. Julia woke up yesterday craving a mango, and misses the sunsets. Usually they take America in stride, but this weekend we drove a couple of times down a nearby road and passed what used to be a "kennel". Now it is called a pet motel, with "resort and spa" written under it. Jack and Julia had a long discussion in the back seat, one insisting that the resort and spa were for the owners of the pets, and the other daring to conjecture that it was for the pets themselves. Services such as "pool" and "beauty" were listed on the side. When we concluded it was all for pets, they were incredulous.
As Uganda moves into the 49th year of independence, our hearts are there. But we are slightly more settled these days, for several days at a time anyway, taking Grammy to doctors' appointments, braving more dentist visits. taking kids to music lessons and soccer practice . . . and even a day of shopping, jeans all around for the impending cooler weather. Shoes will have to follow.