Today, Bert came around a couple times and knocked just a few minutes ago to which I didn't respond. Why? He's freaking me out.
He came over in the afternoon, looking to hang out or something, and so we let him in, but then had to go shopping (we really needed to). He naturally went with us, guiding us through the "dangerous" mud with our "inadequate" boots. He then came back home with us, and as I had to leave and Blake didn't want to be alone with him, we tried to say goodbye before we entered. He then asked if he could wash his face - how could we refuse? But he ended up trying to camp out again, so we told him he had to go home, and did after much prodding. I just don't know what to do about the whole thing because there's nowhere for him to go and honestly, the environment we provide is the best one for him. It's safe, clean, has plenty of books and other stimulation, and we have a decent handle on what to do in an emergency.
But we're not a hospital, and we can't afford to be babysitters. This will have some sort of resolution soon, or so we hope.
It's been raining a bunch lately, which is much needed and an excellent sign that the rainy season will come, albeit late and shortened. However, the storm that started all of this forced the evacuation of several volunteers and I'll probably find out soon if anything happened to their houses. Hopefully everything's OK, but it sounded like one heck of a storm. And now laundry's a pain in the ass. But I'm willing to turn underwear inside out if a few more people can afford dinner. (THIS IS MOM -- I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT LAST SENTENCE MEANS....)
Peace
John
