My mother told me there would be days like this. Little did she know it would happen while I was dressed like, and acting like, a clown!
I will be leaving the island of Lesvos, Greece, at the end of December because my 90 day tourist visa will end. Gateways2Life is working on getting an extension for me, but that is still up in the air. I wanted to clown one more time before heading back to Tunisia, so that is what I did last Thursday.
(I couldn't help throwing that picture in! I walk to work as often as possible because I enjoy walking next to the sea.)
We never really know what the days will be like at the women and children's center. Occasionally, we have a really quiet day without too many kids, while other days the center is full of children. On the day I planned to clown, we waited a while to see how the day would go. It seemed busy enough, so I started getting ready about 11:00.
When Chahloula came out of the kitchen, the first thing I had to do was set up my laptop and speakers. Other than that, everything seemed normal. I still haven't gotten used to clowning behind a table. It's not the best set-up, but it is what it is. We deal with it, right?
Unfortunately, this event didn't seem to flow like the other ones. Between trying to keep kids from messing around with the computer and getting into my clown bag, and me being limited to the space between the wall and the table, I don't think it went well.
Honestly, I don't think the children noticed anything was off. They had a good time. I still had balloons for making animals and the disappearing water tricks up my sleeve. A few of the girls danced with me (and I wore a belt so I didn't have to keep pulling my pants up!)
I even presented my new skit. (I will tell you more about that another time.) Maybe that is why I don't feel great about the event. I still don't know if the skit is funny because there was a baby crying through the whole thing! I will try it again. Someday.
I know the Lord is my refuge, my hiding place, but at the Gateways2Life center, the kitchen is still my hiding place when I need one!