Welcome to rainy season

The rain showed up today around 11, and since it's relatively difficult to get paint to stick during a downpour,work ended immediately after. By the time we packed up all the paint and brushes there were already small rivers flowing through the field next to the library. All the little kids here live for the rain and at least 30 of them had already congregated in the biggest puddle. Robby and I decided this was an opportune time to wash off all the paint and go see what all the commotion was about. The kids took this as a threat and started one the biggest water fights in village history. We took no shame in the fact that we had at least 100lbs on even the biggest one. I think it's safe to say we won, and now they all know who owns the puddle. After the brawl was over we looked around and all the adults were just staring at us like we were absolutely crazy. It gets worse.
We managed to appropriate one of the local dogs here and turn it into our new pet. Yesterday, when Boots (the dog) developed a limp the girls loaded him in the wheelbarrow and brought him home. It was weird enough that we were giving up food to this dog and showing affection, but carrying it around town just killed them. I can only imagine what goes through their minds when they just sit and watch us as if we're some strange animal at a zoo.

Even with only two weeks left here, our plans continue to change. The library is now almost totally completed and we're just waiting for the books to arrive from the US via freighter. The ship was scheduled to come into port last week, but it didn't. This shouldn't have been a huge surprise since they originally told us the books would be here in April, yet it was still disappointing. We were hoping to have all of this week to transport the books, sort them, and get them into the library. Now we're going to rearrange our travel so we leave this Tuesday and come back for Saturday, the new estimated arrival date. Moving our travels up has made it pretty clear that we really don't have much time left here. By the time we get back from our mini vacation we'll only have about 4 days remaining in the village. It's hard to believe that we're already planning our ride to the airport. Part of me is anxious to get home, sleep without a mosquito net and not have to worry about the 5am call to prayer waking me up, but it's strange to think about leaving. It feels like we haven't finished our work here yet. I guess we'll just have to sit back, enjoy a few mangoes, and hope that the books actually show up on time.