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Ishee Tishee

Ishee Tishee.  That's "back and forth" in Mongolian.  Only the "ee" in Cyillic is really a long "a" sound in English.  Anyway.  In the last 6 or so weeks I have seen a lot of Ishee Tishee.  In US in March UB in April US in May.  Randy was here in May into June.  We both visited Jana's family in WA state then Randy returned to UB and I came back to Colorado.  To plan a trip back to Mongolia July 9--with Jana & Nikki!!!

I now know why I feel like I move through life like a turtle.  It's because I do.  And I think I know why.  This trip back has slammed my sleep cycle.  I need sleep.  Lots of it.  These days I usually turn lights out about 10, toss & turn.  Up at 2.  Sometimes 4.  A pee and a bit of milk.  Eventually go back to sleep until 7 or 8.  Which is a bit late--by the time I eat, shower, have some Bible time, exercise; well, it's almost noon!  Randy calls between 4 and 6.  There's a few laps on the noodle (a noun, not a state of being :) after dinner.  In bed by 9 to read.  That leaves me about 4 hours to do anything and everything.  Mind you, I only do one thing at a time these days, given my always-sleepy state.

Ah, well.  Not complaining.  Just some self-realization.

Anyway.  Here's a few things that have been going on despite all the Ishee Tishee:

Before I left UB, my Bible study gals met out at Beverly's cabin outside the city.  Loverly!




















A trip to the maternity hospital to IWAM deliver blankets to the Mother and Child Hospital



Celebrated with IWAM


















Welcomed Tuvshin, a Mongolian coworker of Randy's, to Colorado and introduced her to the fam:


Enjoyed family.  Lots.





Zombies!!!


No door.

Door!



















A peaceful moment by the Columbia River


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