Written on Saturday. Sitting here with my hoof up – as one friend has called it, I’m listening to the wind rustle and the first spattering of rain. Soon I’ll make an effort to get presentable for dinner with the Country Director of Peace Corps, a rare treat. What
So catching up… To those of you who noticed that I have “been lost,” thank you. And the story is: Somehow I have managed to avoid the ordinary things that bring one to medical in Peace Corps Uganda: Malaria, Diarrhea, Falls, Mango Flies, Tsetse Flies…. Yet I have been in
When I came into after Thanksgiving and a workshop – having been gone for 5 days (they all knew where I’d been), I was greeted with “Have you been lost?” Well, my western hackles went up… “No, I told everyone where I’d been and…. and… and… ” The comment
There’s always dirt here – never have gotten so dirty so quickly – and that’s just walking to work. But today was real dirt and we were up ears in it. Still picking clumps out of my hair from digging and being in the wrong place when others lobbed shovels
Oh what a day – it’s really what we all came for. Yes – yes – we came to do good work, but come on… We came to see wild rolling savannas and herds of water buffalo and wild things. And we were not disappointed. Up at 4:30 AM, standing
I’m sitting here in a too-quiet house and I never thought I’d be saying that. But it’s the calm after the storm and a fun storm it was. Had a houseful for Thanksgiving and it was just the best – five extra people draped on an assortment of beds, air
Sunday was a good day. Toilet fixed, electricity, a language lesson in which I understood much and the delivery of a couch. Life is taking form. Even got laundry done – although the sheets did end up in the Malaria room.. It’s hard to argue with a good day. The
Good morning – it’s Sunday morning and as usual I’ve been awakened by the morning Call to Prayer. But they’re going full tilt here and I can’t quite figure it out. It’s a Muslim Mosque, but the sounds emanating from it are distinctly southern Baptist gospel (I recognize this from
t’s 5:30 in the morning and the air is full of distant sounds… I have a feeling some of them are originating in my old noisy stomping grounds. Crickets – now that’s nice, something that sounds vaguely like the call to prayer, a rooster off in the distance and for
Had a lovely day yesterday – went to the market, got veggies; went to a kitchen store and bought some mighty fine – and expensive cook wear – more than I need because it’s a set – but I’ve scalded the skin off one hand using the local stuff with
This is being typed to the backdrop of the marching band practicing down the road. So imagine sitting in the middle of a high school band practice room but they only have one melody and it repeats itself every three measures and it mostly bass drums counted in 4/4 time.
Wow – this place is sooooo quiet! It’s like my home-stay at 8:40 at night. Kinda spooky it’s so quite, but I can hear the crickets and a distant radio. I seem to be going from one extreme to another, but I think I’m going to like this. It’s