Thursday, April 15th, 1971
This morning M.G. and I went into Nairobi and we took Robert with us. He needed to get his glasses adjusted for they were hurting his ears. He got them knocked out of line when he was in a fight the other week. Robert Ali started working with Mom and Dad in Mombasa. When we came back to Africa from furlough he moved with us to Nairobi. Evidently Robert’s pugilistic skills were not up to par for the weekend bout. When we got home the boys were making themselves a sandwich for lunch. Alan and Ken prepare sustenance for themselves from the larder of Margie Duncan. Knowing my bother and his cooking ability I probably made the sandwiches. This afternoon I went to Kibubuti. This area is known for its coffee and flowers. I live in Africa close to 15 years and I learn that Kibubuti is also known for its flowers? I had to tell them that the material that they had chosen was sold out so I took some other samples for them to choose from. If you spend any time on the African continent you will get used to the words “out of stock”. They picked the one that M.G. chose. The fact that the African women picked out the same material that Dad picked gives me some angst. My dad is a brilliant person but he, like myself, cannot match clothes. I tried cutting some patterns to fit them. I tried in Nairobi to find another size of the pattern that I have.