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Friday Thoughts

It’s Friday, and the perfect day for a bit of a brain dump. Or, randomness, as I like to call it.

Relationships

One thing I’ve been thinking about a lot these days is relationships. I think relationships are already complicated enough as it is when you’re in the same country. We’ve all either had experience with long-distance relationships, or know someone who has, and we know those get even more complicated. But, we tend to think about those in the sense of romantic relationships, not the every day relationships we have with friends and family.

When I moved to Haiti almost 12 years ago (!) I knew it would affect relationships, but I don’t think I had any idea just how much. The truth is, everyone moves on. We all go about doing our daily lives, and the longer we go about doing that, the easier it is to drift apart. We get used to not telling people things and filling them in on the day to day stuff, to the point where doing so feels different to us and something that we have to work at. None of it is ever intentional, it just happens. And, sometimes we think we’ve talked about something and find out that we haven’t. I still remember the time I was talking to my mom and she was running through the list of news and let me know that my Grandad was out of the hospital. I didn’t know that he had been in the hospital simply because she thought she had told me, but hadn’t. My point in all this is that over the years we all move and flow with life, and that’s healthy, but it changes relationships.

I’ve just been thinking about how much effort relationships take in general just to make them work. When you aren’t together or able to be physically present it gets even harder. I don’t know what the answer is, other than everyone just keeps trying and you appreciate the time you do have together.

This time of year is also when we get to see what our social outlook might be for the coming year. Most of our expat friends tend to leave in the summer, to take a break, or because they’re finished their term commitment with the organizations that they’re working with. Our friend group has some constants and then a new influx of people each year. I feel like after the earthquake we saw a new wave of people come in. Before that we would savor every chance we had to be social with other expats, even to the point where we would regularly drive upwards of an hour to go visit. With more people around it became much easier to have an active social life. Now, 7+ years out I think we’re seeing that wave finish, and the people that are still here are the ones that will be here long term. It means that some of the more convenient relationships aren’t there anymore, and that we need to remember how we did things old-school, and be more active and intentional about getting out to see people, even if that means driving longer distances. Again, relationships require investment and work to make it all happen.

 

Thoughts on social media & the internet.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I use the internet and my time. How often I spend mindless minutes or hours scrolling through Facebook or Pinterest, and wondering what, exactly, I’m trying to achieve. I read a great article the other day about how often the drive with scrolling and consuming things online isn’t even about the content, it’s about looking for something new. What happened since I was last on or last refreshed my feed? Did something or someone do or say something even remotely interesting? Am I missing the next big thing?

Living abroad means that we have to look for news in other places, and the easiest place is online. And once you’re there it’s so easy to get sucked in. Before you know it, you’ve spent an hour scrolling through Facebook and reading people’s rants or stuff that you would never take the time to seek out if you didn’t have a device in your hands or at your fingertips. I do this so much. It’s sad really. What could I be doing with that time? And the bigger question, would I be happier doing other things?

I’m pretty sure that the answer to the last question is yes. I think I would be happier doing other things. But it’s so hard to break myself away from the internet. I have work to do? How much of my work is reliant on being online or connected to the internet in some way? Honestly, probably about 50% or more. And when I’m there, rather than being able to be really focused and use the internet as a tool, I use it as a way of filling something.

I’ve been thinking back to the days before I got sucked in so badly, and try to remember how I filled my days. I feel like a big turning point for me was actually the earthquake. Up until that time I was on Facebook occasionally, not obsessively. I wrote long emails to friends and family. I wrote regularly on my blog. Yes, that’s still online, but it was an exercise of creativity and I wrote because it was fun, not because I was keeping tabs on stats. I just needed a place to share. I was diligent about writing monthly email updates to friends and family. I still clearly remember the days following the earthquake when our phones weren’t working, and because we had satellite we actually had a way of communicating out of Haiti. Facebook became the easiest way to send out news updates to let friends and family know what was going on. I posted on the blog every day or so to keep people informed and to process, and in one day we saw 15,000 hits because people were so anxious for info. Later on those blog posts were published in the Russian version of Esquire magazine. I was also asked to write a special piece for the Esquire US website. That was amazing because it validated my writing beyond friends and family telling me that they enjoyed it. The thing I remember the most about those days though, is sitting at my desk for the entire day, and into the night, for days on end, answering emails and Facebook posts. Something that had been a tool became all consuming, and I think it stuck. Eventually I got a smart phone, and that made it even easier to be connected all the time.

So how do we go backwards? Do we? Do we want to? I think I do, to an extent. I also have to face reality though, and admit that times have changed. Do you know what the number one work stressor is for me these days, and has been for the past two years or so? Keeping up with Clean Water for Haiti’s online presence, and feeling like it’s never enough. Trying to balance Facebook and other social media posts, email updates to our supporters, writing blog posts that actually feel interesting, keeping our website updated, and all the while being keenly aware that at least half of our support comes from those online connections. Things change so fast in the tech and multi-media world that it feels impossible to keep up, especially when you’re living overseas away from resources to help. Did you know that in order to barely keep my head above water I need to have a person in Canada help me with social media posts, and because our internet is less than stellar I struggle to even keep the updates done on our website, because they need to be done all. the. time. To be honest, the work of being online has taken the fun out of it, and I’ve realized that it’s a big contributing factor to why I stopped writing so frequently. I’ve felt tapped out and not creative, and like I’m always running behind.

And the struggle is how to balance all that, while still stepping away from all of that and having a life that’s not online. That doesn’t involved likes and consuming information that I probably wouldn’t care about if it wasn’t there in my feed. I’ve lost track of the number of times that I’ve clicked on a link recently, and as the page is loading I find myself thinking, “Do I even really care about this enough to sit here and wait for a page to load???” Most of the time the answer is no and I go back and find something else. I know this is an ongoing process that needs work, so we’ll see where it goes.

 

Flexibility

I think one of the biggest things I’ve learned in my years of living in Haiti is flexibility. You have no choice. Either you learn to roll with things more, or you go crazy and need to leave. There really isn’t a middle ground. This is especially hard for type A personalities :)

I remember in years past where situations would come up and it felt like a crisis, then something else would come up and we had to make decisions and take care of that. Things would pile up and feel really overwhelming and we would feel exhausted just trying to manage everything. Over the years we’ve gotten so good at rolling with things, and making quick decisions. I mean, we’re rock stars at this. To the point where when we travel home and are in those situations where a lot of people are trying to make plans together it drives us crazy because we’ve gotten used to just deciding and doing.

On a daily or weekly basis we have situations thrown at us and need to just decide, then do it. Sometimes these are big things, and sometimes they’re just things like adjusting plans or schedules and going with the most pressing thing right now. This week was just another classic example of rolling with things.

As I’m typing I’m listening to the repetitive noise of hoes hitting the ground out in the yard. The guys are in the process of clearing almost the entire yard of all the weeds that we’ve been mowing and pretending were a lawn. Compared to last year, what we had going on looked so much better, but it wasn’t our final game plan. Before we ever moved in we knew that we wanted fruit trees planted all over the property (check!) and this one particular kind of grass growing everywhere. It’s called zoysia and is all over this one resort we go to for drinks and meals out every once in a while. You hardly ever have to mow it and it grows really dense. It’s a dream to walk on because it’s like spongy golf turf. The best part though is the low maintenance. And it’s beautiful.

We had this plan that during the dry season we would set up a sprinkler system, kill all the weeds/grass that were growing, and plant the new grass in plugs or sod chunks. We asked around to our expat community to see if anyone knew where to get the sod chunks. A couple weeks ago we adjusted the plan and instead of doing the whole yard later in the year, we would do a section of it now. Chris started weed killing at the end of last week, but it takes a few days to start seeing any kind of results, if not longer. This week he had to go get friends at the airport, so he stopped by the grass place and got a quote on a truck of grass and made arrangements for one of our guys to pick up a load on Wednesday. On Wednesday while the truck was in Port au Prince getting the grass, Chris got some guys working on clearing the now dying weeds in the section that we wanted to start with. Then the truck came home…

When they quoted Chris on the price of grass, he thought a full load would be up to the edges of the box. Um, no. It was piled on the truck…

So, change of plans. What was to be a section became the entire yard. So rather than having this process drag on for the next 6 months, by the middle of next week we’ll have grass plugs planted all over the yard.

This grass sends out runners and fills in, so in an unknown period of time we’ll have an entire yard of beautiful grass. At our old place we used the same kind of grass and it grows really well in full sun, which we have a lot of, so we’re taking bets on how long it’ll take to fill things in. The advantage right now is that we’re still in the rainy season so we won’t have to work as hard at watering until we get the sprinklers all set up. So, the moral of the story is that it pays to be flexible because it might mean you get a whole lawn faster than you thought you would.

 

Being Healthy

This year has been a year where Chris and I have been intentional about focusing on our health. We’ve changed a lot about what we eat after doing Whole 30 earlier this year. That process was so good for me in many ways that I’ve already shared. While we were away on vacation and had opportunity to eat all the things, I realized that I had some food issues that I hadn’t been aware of before because they were buried under all of the other things. Dairy, in most forms, isn’t my friend. This one thing, and some recommendations from friends had me checking out Eat Right for Your Blood Type. So far everything I’ve found in there about food tolerances has run true, and through changing what I’m eating a bit more I’ve been feeling pretty good and have started losing weight. It feels good.

It has me thinking a lot about how everyone is different and that there’s no one size fits all plan for food or exercise. Chris and I are a perfect example of that. Whole 30 was great for him, if you go by his blood type recommendations he should be eating exactly what Whole 30/Paleo says he should, and getting high intensity exercise. Me? Totally the opposite. My body doesn’t produce enough insulin on it’s own and it struggles to digest animal proteins, so I need to limit those. Dairy is right up there, so I have to be careful about what types of dairy I consume. I’ve been making changes and seeing how those affect everything from my mood to my waistline and it’s interesting and encouraging. My body needs a different kind of exercise, and it deals with stress differently than a lot of other people. I’m enjoying learning how to care for myself better and being reminded that God has created each of us to be unique.

Well, the weekend is almost here, so I’m going to sign off. Do something fun!

~Leslie

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September 1, 2017 No Comments

The Terrifying Things

Every once in a while someone will ask me what I’m most afraid about with living in Haiti. I think my answer sometimes surprises them.

You see, Haiti is a country that has a history of unrest. It’s a country where it’s citizens have had to fight for every last thing that they have. It’s the only country in the world that became an independent nation because of a slave revolt. That ability to rise up and fight is always bubbling below the surface here, and while that can be really alarming, it’s honestly not the thing that gives me the most fear about living here. If there are situations that get “hot” as we like to say, we simply stay home and stay out of it. Once things are calm again, we go about our business. Living in a rural area we’re actually removed from a lot of that when it does happen, and can just keep doing life. I’m thankful for that.

No, the thing that scares me the most isn’t unrest or crazy stuff, it’s getting in an accident. Worse yet, getting in an accident with my kids in the car. That terrifies me because Haiti doesn’t have 911. It doesn’t have quick medical response. There is no ambulance system. The police won’t quickly show up at an accident scene and get to work to make sure that everyone is okay.

Driving here is honestly one of the most dangerous things we do. There are very few rules to the road, and unless you’re stopping at a police check where they make sure your license and registration are all in order, no police officer is going to chase you down and issue a ticket for a driving infraction. This means that people drive as fast as they want (us too, not just Haitians – there are no speed limits) and you hope and pray people will stay on their own side of the road. Yes, we have lines on most roads now (I was SO excited when this happened!) but those are really just a suggestion – it’s not abnormal to see vehicles drive right down the middle of the road, just because.

Just the other day I was going to pick the kids up from school, and I came upon an accident. It had just happened a couple minutes before because people were still dazed and slowly climbing out of their vehicles. Drivers here love to creep out around the vehicle in front of them to see if anything is coming so they can pass, but they don’t just pop out and then pop back into their lane. Noooo, they like to pop out then actually drive there, peeking out from behind the vehicle in front of them, typically some really big truck like a box van. And then the guy behind them does the same thing, and the guy behind him… Getting the picture here? In this case, all that peeking meant that when the box truck hit the dump truck, everyone behind it sandwiched together. Because people we’re creeping and peeking and not driving in a line.

There was a dump truck pulled over on the far right side of the road. Not a problem. But for some reason a box truck ended up side swiping itself to a halt in the side of the dump truck. Then the car that had been creeping out behind the box truck smashed it’s right front corner into the back left corner of the box truck. And the pickup truck that had been behind that car did exactly the same thing into the car. Need a visual? Here ya go…

I thought that was bad. You know, 4 car pile up. Until we were on the way home and I saw it from the other direction…

Yeah, there was one unfortunate car that just drove right into the back of the box van. In case you’ve lost count, that’s 5 vehicles, all crumpled together. Thankfully it looked like no one was hurt, but that’s usually not the case here as big school buses used for public transit go careening down the roads at lightening speeds. Half the time the frame is twisted so the busses are actually driving down the road sideways. People don’t use their signal lights the way we’re taught to back home, so a left flashing signal light might mean the person is going to turn left, but probably not. It will most likely indicate that you should pass them on the left, or that they just felt like turning on their signal light because… I haven’t even mentioned the tap taps – small pick up trucks with benches in the back to carry passengers as local public transit, that typically don’t have working brake lights and that will stop at the drop of a hat to let someone off or pick someone up. And then there are the motor cycles. No, driving in Haiti is not for the faint of heart, and it gives new meaning to “defensive driving”.

I share this to say that driving, is honestly one of the scariest things to do here. And most anger inducing, but that’s another blog post :) My biggest fear is getting into an accident, especially with my kids in the car, and being incapacitated and not able to make sure I get the care I need, or that my kids do. Hospitals are less than top notch here, and the ones that are good, are all at least an hour and a half away from where we live. It terrifies me. Like if I think about it too deeply I’ll start crying terrifies me. And it’s a daily struggle because just driving the 15 minutes to get my kids from school often has me avoiding at least one accident per day. That’s not an exaggeration. That’s being conservative because our parents are reading this.

So let’s talk about today, during the morning drive to school. I was cruising along with the kids, chatting away and listening to music like we do. Normally Chris does the morning commute and I do the afternoon, but he had to make a trip to Port au Prince today, so I was on deck. I was driving along a straight stretch, just before the turn to the kids school, and in what felt like slow motion, I see a full sized goat get the brilliant idea to run into the road.

Oh, I didn’t mention the goats? The dogs? Chickens? Yeah, all of these are present on the highways here too, along with donkeys and cows and horses. And most of the smaller ones are just wandering aimlessly.

Did I hit the goat?

Yes, yes I did. I hit that sucker straight on, dead center, at almost 100 km/hour.

Thankfully, because I was paying attention, I was able to get a good grip on the steering wheel and managed to maintain full control of the car. The goat went right under, bounced off every tire, because it was spinning under us, and flew out the back where it spun to a dead (very dead) stop in the middle of the highway. I did hit the brakes a bit, so there was some slight skidding, but I stayed in my lane and managed to not hit anyone or anything. In a situation like this, there’s no point in stopping because it’s the same as hitting a stray dog, so we kept going to school and I managed to keep a complete breakdown to a little bit of eye misting (thank you sunglasses) and gave a lecture to Little Miss in the backseat about the fact that we don’t start wailing over a goat that was dumb enough to run into traffic and yelling at Mom about it when WE COULD HAVE ALL DIED!!!

This is the first time that I’ve hit anything alive while driving here that I can remember, which I’m very thankful for. I could tell you many stories about other situations that we’ve been in, like following a motorcycle with 3 people on it and watching a dog run right in it’s path, or the time we hit a slippery part on the road during the first rain of the season and barely missed hitting about 10 school kids on the shoulder… My point is, while I worry about all the possibilities of accidents here, I’m also keenly aware of all the ones we actually do avoid, and while I know that not everyone reading this will share my beliefs, I do believe there is a God, and I believe in and have very much felt his hand of protection over us on the roads here. Like everything goes quiet and still and slow motion kind of protection while I watch something not happen than should happen. And those are just the situations that I’m aware of.

So, for today you get a little window into my deepest fears, a glimpse at daily living here, and knowing that if you’re praying for our family, those prayers are much appreciated and needed!

~Leslie

 

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August 29, 2017 No Comments

10 Things You Probably Don’t Know About Me

So my last post broke the internet. Okay, not really, but a girl can dream, can’t she? I do have to say, it feels good to have been missed. Thank you for plumping up my ego a bit. And in all seriousness, thank you for reminding me why writing is fun. Knowing that people enjoy my little bits of sharing is what makes the work of it enjoyable.

I thought it might be kind of fun to share some things with you that you might not know about me. No, no, this isn’t that game where I share 10 things and then you have to guess which one is the lie, though that could be fun… These are honest to goodness, real facts about little old me.

No. 1

Several of my front teeth are not real, or or are partially real. And in true Leslie fashion, I came by it dramatically. Story time… It was the night of my 14th birthday party, and we went to youth group. That night we were out at a farm, where there was a tarzan rope. Across an empty creek bed. And this girl was watching and telling her friends to be careful because they were almost dragging their knees on the rocks in the dry creek bed. A friend who was fatigued by these warnings may have blurted out, “If you know so much about this why don’t you go!” Um. Okay. Until not okay. As in I swung across, my hands slipped, and the first thing to connect with the ground/rocks was my face. In one fell swoop (literally) I almost knocked out my front teeth, almost broke my nose, gave myself a black eye, and needed 6 stitches in my upper lip. Along with a trip to the ER, I also got an emergency trip to my dentist at 9 pm at night so he could check out my teeth and reasure us that they weren’t going to fall out (they didn’t). I had to wait two weeks for them to stabilize so they could fix them. Good job Les!

No. 2

I once owned a purple Nissan pickup truck that everyone called Barney. I got it for a grad present and loved it for a good couple of years.

No. 3

I can be sarcastic. And I’m pretty funny. Unless you ask my husband. We both have this issue of our spouse not thinking we’re funny, because we have very different senses of humor. I LOVE witty humor. Love. It. I love sarcasm too. Chris loves Andy Kaufman and enjoys trying to make people feel awkward. It’s a very intersting combination.

No. 4

I have deceptively thick hair. To the naked eye it looks to be a moderate thickness. Every time I go to a new hair dresser I warn them that it’s pretty thick, and I typically get, “It’s a little thick, but not too bad.” That is, until they’re done cutting it. I kid you not. One time we had a visitor that was Korean, and he was just finishing up his training as a hair stylist. He offered to cut my hair while here, so I obviously took him up on that offer. We were talking about my hair, and I gave him the usual warning. His response? “I cut Korean girl hair. THAT’S thick hair!” And then he cut my hair. Dry. So when he was done he had two racoon sized balls of hair on the floor. And he was flabbergasted. He’d never seen anything like it and actually said, “You warned me. I didn’t believe you. Now it looks like there are two animals down here.” Ha! The irony of this is that I hardly had any hair until I was 3. I just had enough to make DQ twist on the top of my head and snap a barret on. My mom was worried I would forever be bald. I guess I made up for it.

No. 5

I’m a cryer. My eyes are like gysers. You look at me sideways and I cry. I yawn and I cry. My tearducts are abnormally active. It drives Chris crazy because I cannot hold it in. We talk about something happy and I get all smooshy and the tears start rolling down. We talk about something sad/hard and the tears start rolling down. We watch Parenthood and I ugly cry. It’s not pretty. But, it is part of who I am. I have come to terms with it and have just accepted that God has given me a sensitive heart that I wear all over my wet, snotty face.

No. 6

I LOVE airports. And I especially love airports when I’m travelling by myself. I love watching people. I love seeing what every airport has to offer. I love wandering and seeing what stores and restaurants there are. I love watching the arrivals area. I love it.

No. 7

I am the only member of our family that has just one passport. Yep, it’s true. Chris is a dual citizen and has both a US and Canadian passport. Alex is now a dual citizen with both a US and Canadian passport. Olivia currently has a Canadian and expired Haitian passport and we’re in the process of applying for her US citizenship, so she’s going to tip the scales with having 3. I feel kind of left out…

No. 8

I don’t do well with having to pick favorites on anything. I just can’t seem to do it. I think part of it is because I’m a bit indecisive, which stems from making decisions about things like food and colors based on the current mood I’m in. I can’t honestly tell you things like what my favorite flavor of ice cream is, because it depends on what I want when I go buy icecream. I can tell you what my favorite quality of icecream is, but not flavor. I can’t tell you my favorite place to travel, because I like things about all the places I’ve been. I can’t tell you what my hands down favorite color is, because there are too many beautiful ones to choose from. This can make decisions hard, but I think it also makes me open to a lot more than I would be if I zeroed in on certain things.

No. 9

I’m a Jill of all trades and master of none and have been since before my time here in Haiti. Before moving here I worked in restaurants in food prep and cleaning, summer camp counselor, coffee shop barista manager, apple picker, florist, administrative assistant, youth pastor and probably a few other things I forgot. Here in Haiti my job includes general admin stuff (emails, letters, office work), accounting, graphic design, website maintenance, volunteer recruitment, visitor hosting, teaching training classes, managing staff, social media, writing… more things that I can list. I also get side gigs in woodworking projects (building things like cabinets), designing buildings (3 of them now), mowing the lawn, and anything else that needs to be done. Most of these things I’ve learned by just hacking my way through it.

No. 10

I have, for a very long time, wanted to write a book. My issue is not being able to narrow it down to a specific focus. That and time. I have ideas, but have not put anything down on the screen to move in that direction. It’s definitely something I want to explore. When/if it does every happen, I feel like it’s going to be an interesting combination of things.

No. 11 – Bonus

In my last post I mentioned that I wrote for Esquire magazine’s website once. And then the Russian print version of Esquire asked if they could publish a bunch of my blog posts from after the earthquake, and I let them. Somewhere rattling around in the house I have a copy of the magazine, but can’t actually read it, because Russian. Another interesting fact – when I was asked to write for Esquire it was a paid gig. But I didn’t ever get paid. When it came time to fill out the paperwork I couldn’t complete it because they sent me forms for US citizens, which I’m not. When I asked about it, I didn’t ever hear back. So, I didn’t actually get paid for that, but I can claim that I did it, so that’s something, right?

No. 12 – Bonus Bonus

Because I’m generous, I’ll give you one more.

I have this ability to write a lot of words in a short period of time. I don’t know how this came to be. It just is. I remember being in my mandatory Grammar & Comp class in my first year of college, and our term project was a 3000 word research paper. It felt massive. It felt impossible. 3000 words! That’s so huge! I remember how much I hated writing that paper. And most papers, except probably anything to do with counselling. Anything else though – ugh! And now? How long does it take for me to write a blog post? Well, with no pictures and minimal editing I can punch out 3000 words in less than two hours. If I’m on a really good roll I can do it faster. Depends on what I’m writing about and how often I get distracted. I laugh at the fact that I thought 3000 words was hard one day. This post? It’s already over 1400 words and I’ve been working on it for about an hour, if not less. The End.

See, conversation leads to learning new things! Aren’t you so glad you stopped in today?

~Leslie

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I’m Leslie. I started my blog back in 2005 when I was fresh off the plane in Haiti. I lived in Haiti for over 17 years as a missionary, wife, and eventually mom. My husband and I ran Clean Water for Haiti together, day in and day out. We carved out a life we loved doing something important to us. Sadly, in the fall of 2022 we had to make the difficult decision to leave Haiti because of the insecurity. We’re now settling into life in the US. I’m thankful that I get to continue my work with CWH as the Executive Director for Canada and the US.

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