My Apology

I'm writing as if I have a fan base, but in fact it's more true to say that I have friends. Thank you for caring enough to read this.

I must say I'm sorry for not writing at all in the last month. I got an external, USB modem that will allow me to reliably connect to the internet on a regular basis and it will be used. Now that I'm "online" I need to catch up with all of my digital communications. Tonight I finished my emails and most of my Facebook. What a relief!

But alas, I owe it to all of you to tell you of my life. It's not my life, but the Lord's. I say this in a completely sober-minded way. It's nice to be allowed to live on this tiny planet that sits in the colossal universe of God's. Every single human that has ever lived has spent the entirety of their short lives on this celestial ball. Beautifully humbling. I'm here because you have allowed yourself to be moved by God and support me. Thank you for that. I'm not just speaking of funding. Thoughts, prayers, notes, rolled eyes, laughs, and tears are all support in my book. Do it your way!

Unfortunately, I won't be finishing the story of our Big Upcountry Trip tonight as I had planned to. It feel like my body doesn't realize how incredibly young it is. It feels strained and my spine is hurting. For about a week now I have had sharp pains in my spinal chord, between my shoulder blades, that has hindered my from looking down or looking up at too great an angle. It hurts and I need to get it taken care of. Uncle Reginald ("Sir Reginald") mentioned going to a chiropractor and I am going to ask him at school tomorrow the number so I can schedule an appointment straight away. That is, if I make it to school.

If I don't make it to school then I'm in a real quandary. Some teachers and Veto, the principal, at Zanoxolo out in Motherwell have asked me to print some exam packets for them since they don't have the equipment, time, or real resources to do it. I'm fine with that and Ken said I could use the RISO (big, bad curriculum printer). Tomorrow I have planned to go after school and print, collate, and staple 4,000 pages. It shouldn't be too bad. There's enough loving people who will volunteer to help. I don't ask it of them though. The last two weeks out there I haven't done anything because of bad communication. I originally was supposed to teach the teachers how to use the donated computers they received. After one session it came to light that some of them knew something of technology and others had never touched a computer, let alone created a Power Point presentation. Haven't gotten there yet. But now that a purpose has arisen I'm glad to step up. So, we'll see if I'm out of commission, what happens.

Love you all, whoever you may be.
KCK

(I sometimes feel "," happy. Let me know what you think all of you grammatical and literary geniuses)