Edito and the rain

Random story number 9

Edito, a small frail vocal man, about 85 years old, lives across from me now with his wife Andrea. He somehow survived some serious bladder infection as well as some other serious problem I couldn´t understand, they were all saying he was going to die - and he is now up and going, a new man, always wanting to show me his new attachment, a bag for capturing his urine, and smoking his cigars. Today he asked me if I could still get a hard-on, using gestures and some words I didnt quite get, and as I could tell by his voice that it was a sincere question I had to answer. He was so delighted, he raised his hands in the air, and then he started praising God as he walked away. It was an interesting mix of subjects I have never really experienced together like that before.

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It feels like never before has my faith been this tested, through these crops I am trying to help out a people who I am daily reminded of how poor they are, and we are being sent down rain day after day, for over 2 straight months, quite a abnomally, everyday I look up incredulously at another batch of rain clouds rolling over, damaging our crops, though the crops are somehow still holding on strong.
But my patience is worn thin, I lent one eyed Pedro my sling-shot to help him shoo chickens from Lion´s bean garden, I put in a good amount of time and effort to find materials to build it well, he said he was going to replace the leather pocket that was breaking, and instead he redid the whole dang thing! shortening the rubber, and now it shoots half as far. He must like chickens more than I. I got angry and pitched it on the wet ground, he got angry back because he was trying to help. Today I still held a grudge and he was all happy to go, saying hello and how are you Eduardo, how did you sleep? as he always does, not worried about me, the sling shot or the rain, like most people here.
This rain puts everything I´ve tried here at risk, 2.5 months of rain is quite a lot. We haven´t been able to dry our clothes for more than 2 weeks - we had one day of sun and there were clothes drying everywhere. We can´t weed, can´t travel well as most rides are on the back of a truck or on a motorcycle - hard to get firewood, it´s cold, all is mucky - and I seem to be one of the few here who is bitching, maybe its because I have half my life´s savings in the crops across the river.
- I was reminded of the quote:
- The source of all glory is acceptance of what the Lord hath bestowed and contentment with that which god has ordained. - Baha´u´llah
and today it was sunny... like nice and sunny...