I arrived safely but my bag did not. Unfortunately, since I was packing lean and mean from Ouagadougou, and our container is still on its way from Antwerp to Galveston, this is resulting in an underwear crisis of mythical proportions. TMI: I'm wearing a sports bra and a bottom garment that I didn't take with me to Aspen because Claire, our housekeeper in Burkina Faso, was just a little too enthusiastic with the bleach. *le sigh* as mynuet would say.
Ramadan is ending, so mabrouk al wesher or bonne fin du Ramadan. MoBob has been invited to the Moroccan Embassy in Ouagadougou for one last round of festive harira. It's the one Moroccan dish I actually feel comfortable preparing, usually a vegetarian version. Although when MoBob makes it he insists on using celery leaves instead of the stalks. When it's his turn I save the stalks for cream of celery soup.
Undie Update: My bag is at the airport and will be delivered tonight, thank goodness. Otherwise I might have to make yet another trip to Wal-Mart.
On October 23rd, 2006 10:13 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I think I can help you with a copy of your monologue. I've at least got that one keyed in. Still working on the last five or ten or so. Stayed tuned via your email for your contribution.
Thank goodness your suitcase has arrived. Nothing more distressing for many Mos than being without their "Super Shorts" as I like to call them.