International picnic, cicada style

So we drove for nearly one solid hour around the same blocks of Covington before I finally remembered that I had Sandy's number in my wallet and that we could call her to find the gymnasium where we were supposed to be. I thought that by that time she would say, "You mean all five of you have been aimlessly riding around Covington for an hour and you haven't killed each other yet? You pass!", but that wasn't the case. She said, "We're at the home. Come on up!" So we finished our business at Barnes and Noble (one of my all-time favorite places) and we headed up the hill.

When we got there, here were all these kids in different styles and colors, gathered around a tree in the front lawn. It took one face-to-face meeting and another near face-to-plate meeting to figure out the attraction to the tree; it wasn't that it was climb-able. It was that it was cicada-able! Cicadas were all over the tree and, after a few moments, all over the kids! The cicadas weren't attacking. The kids were removing them from the tree and then were placing them in their own hands, on their own bellies--anywhere a cicada could cling, a cicada clung!

An hour before I had been ready to forget the whole adoption plan because of constant glitches in the work. Within 5 minutes, I was ready to board a plane for China again.

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