I have been regaling people with my sob story that I sit on my stairs every morning to eat my cereal because I don't have any furniture except for an inflatable camp bed from Wal-Mart. (Said furniture and other goodies in our personal effects shipment are apprently en route between Lomé and Rotterdam.) So many people have generously offered to loan me household goods for the next two months. Finally I've gotten over my reluctance to accept help. The couple who takes me to church are currently repainting their house and brought over a lime green velvet armchair and a dining table with two folding chairs. Then today someone from the reiki group that the Peace Corps/Burkina Faso volunteer from Little Rock belongs to is bringing over a futon bed and a microwave.
I don't know if it's pride that's holding me back or the ingrained habit of not wanting to anyone to make a fuss over me. I don't mind giving of my own resources but for some reason it's hard for me to accept when people reciprocate.
Anyway, a co-worker and I decided to subscribe to the basket-a-month program offered by one of the coops that Heifer works with. I've heard mixed reviews from folks who've participated in other cities but I'm willing to try it here. It's a lot of food so I'm glad I found a fellow newbie to share the bounty.
On another note, thankfully the recent storms did not affect my lonely little home province of Bohol. But here's an account from a Filipino blogger on the supernatural nature of storms.