Undocumented aliens

Fri, 11/30/2007 - 00:08 — mdoneil

I have four undocumented aliens in my living room (no not those kind of aliens - although I do live quite close to the Church of Scien...well nevermind) .

I have a friend who needed a place for four people to stay since there was an apartment fire in a nearby city today. They were 'guests' of the 3 people who lived in the 2 bedroom apartment. If they can fit 7 peole in a 2 bedroom I can certainly fit five people in my place. The red cross found the family on the lease a place but it was too small for everyone.

I have not checked their passports, their visas, nor their library cards. I did try to make dinner, but I was ushered out of the kitchen. We had some thing made with the ground beef I had in the refirgerator. I have no idea what it was called but I am down a few potatoes, a couple of carrots, and a bottle of capers - I didn't even know I had capers. (I don't even know what capers really are.) If we can use up the pine nuts I spent four bucks on because I wanted to see what they tasted like I'll be pleased.

The mom also insisted on doing my laundray after she finished all theirs. (I have a couple shirts as I did laundry the other day.)

They will get things sorted in the next few days, and their relatives have already arranged to get them to work in the morning. So right now we are watching some sporting event on TV, eating pretzels and drinking grape soda (well the kids are - store brand grape soda is icky).

In the interim I have some new friends, I think my socks may have been ironed, and I've had the most delightful combination of Ng'ombei and mgoba I've ever tasted (even though I don't think there are capers in Kenya either).

I've kept Fr. Kevin happy and I met people who think keeping cats inside the hosue is simply insane (what do librarians there do?), and I really have not changed my routine at all.

Oh, and I have no idea how they got here or if they have any papers other than the local liberal fish wrapper (that is what I get delivered it is the local newspaper after all). Then again they have no idea how I got here either. Seems fair to me.

Hakuna Matata really does mean no problem. I learn something new every day.