Matt W Cook

We’re back in Sindh for a little bit. I really missed it here. Some people ask me what I like about the Interior Sindh. I have a hard time answering that. I mean, on the surface there really isn’t much attractive about it. It’s hot, dry, dirty, kinda smelly. But I love it. I think that the Sindh is kinda like a good beer. The first sip you take is awful. But if you take another and another, you start to notice that it grows on you. You can’t really say what it is you love about it, but you know you do. And so I love the Sindh. If I’m going to be living in Pakistan, there is no other place I’d rather be than in a tiny town out near the desert, sitting on a rope bed with a bowl of chai in my hand while the neighbors blast out Abida Parveen music. It’s just such a great place. Come on over and you’ll fall in love with it, too.

My wife’s aunt came over for a visit today. She’s a neat lady. Born and raised in a mud hut and still lives there. I read and speak better Urdu than she does, in fact. Anyway, Ruth asked her when she thought the baby would be born. The Aunt put her hand on Ruth’s belly, felt around a little and said, “Hmm, fifteen days.” We checked the countdown timer on the computer and, no kidding, her due date is exactly fifteen days away. Cool, eh?

Anyway, pray lots. See ya.