The House on Rus Street

So, I too often (as with many things) chide myself for not posting on here enough. The past few days, I have recognized the unwanted, unprecedented amount of guilt I allow in my life on a daily basis, and today other well-meaning friends helped me to remember that such guilt- well, actually, it is not biblical. There is conviction and remorse and regret that lead to repentance and then moving on. But guilt? It’s mostly manufactured by that little creep some refer to as the devil.

My dilemma: Here I am, sitting in (go figure) “the sitting room” at Pangani, thinking I should just post some pictures on here, and realizing that the most recent, relevant ones I have that I’d like to post are at home on my camera. But my desire to rid myself of my unnecessary guilt in this case has overridden my sense of what’s “reasonable,” (plus, I just feel like writing and posting pics =)) and so I decided: I am just going to post some pictures of something that is quite relevant to my life lately, and actually plays a notable part in my life as of late: the house that I live in on Rus street.

I’ll just try to find some that some of you might find amusing/interesting/worthy of your gaze. They’re not all new pics, but new to many of you. . . and that’s what matters, right?

On another day I’ll bring you into the life that I live outside of my house (I actually do live one) in South Africa as a NieuCommunities staff person doing life and mission with others. But for now, we’ll start with what’s comfortable- what’s “sweet”- with where I reside- where I sleep- begin- rest- do the majority of my thinking and grieving and rejuvinating. And without further adieu. . .

An example of what our garage looked like before we transformed it into a place to park a car and create great art.

Birds of Paradise at our neighbors

Our other neighbors (over the fence behind our yard)

Our grass produced monsters before we got a gardener.

Ma laundry

Our "electricity box" that we recharge every few weeks.

Hose from our ghetto washing machine ("Remember to hook the hose over the sink")

My room, before the final rearrangement ("final" is relative)

Our bathtub and triangular mirror.

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