The gender and development training I'm facilitating for the education department starts tomorrow and I feel the usual pre-performance frisson combined with fatigue from having done absolutely nothing all day Sunday due to another weird infection and then playing tennis at 6am today. I'm fortifying myself with the first of four Cokes. I have a history of diabetes in my family (dad's got it, and my late maternal grandmother had it) so I suppose I should be more careful with my sugar intake....
It's the season of departures now. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings were spent with various friends who were leaving immediately, and next Sunday we're hosting another dinner at the House of Flaming Couscous (that is to say, our house) for several friends who are scheduled to take off while I'm in the US. I can never get over saying goodbye to people. It's the one thing that doesn't get easier with practice.
On Saturday morning I went with a couple whom I like very much who teach at the international school to see an arts & crafts dealer. I have no eye whatsover for African art, but I did buy a largish Lobi stool with the heads of two old men sticking out one side. I figured we could use it as an additional coffee table now that we have another couch. Plus it was one of the few striking items we saw that originated from Burkina Faso - most of the other works came from Mali, Niger, Ghana, and Ivory Coast.
So we were chatting about various annoying people and I mentioned to the nice couple that I felt that MoBob and I were on the periphery of the expat community in Ouaga. They responded that MoBob and I were actually elusive - or was it reclusive? It was hard to hear while en route. I guess we could go either way.
I managed to avoid the World Cup madness although I did subscribe MoBob (in the interest of improving his English and preparing him for a potential move to Salt Lake City) to the Salt Lake Tribune's soccer blog covering the local MLS team Real Salt Lake.
MoBob can now keep up on tidbits such as the following:
RSL, still owns the record for the longest scoreless streak in Major League Soccer history, having gone 557 minutes last season without finding the back of the net.
oh lucky mobob! hahahaha. that team rocks
you don't sound very reclusive to me. if everyone keeps leaving at a pace you'll be the centre of the expat community soon though...
but i know what you mean about people leaving. it's hard in these mobile communities, and if you don't keep up with replacing the outgoing with the incoming it can get a bit bleak at times.
eek, 4 cokes... move to coca light at least :) that's 12 teaspoons of sugar per can otherwise.