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thatcrazycajun...for an all-night work session, as the Songbird had work left over from before her leave last week that absolutely, positively, no-fucking-around HAD to be completed by yesterday morning...and she found numerical errors that had to be fixed as well. This resulted in her leaving her office around eight p.m. local time, taking work home and editing Excel spreadsheets and other drudgery until damned close to sunrise, with me helping her where I could and keeping her company when I couldn't (at least until my own weary, mucus-lunged body gave out). So she slept approximately two hours, had to go right back to work for a can-NOT-miss meeting and I slept until almost 2 PM. Then around 4:30 we finally found the driver, went back and grabbed her from work and picked up some dinner stuff before going home, cooking and eating said dinner stuff and both crashing. So the whole day, as far as actually going anywhere and doing anything, was pretty much a near-total bust. Which is why no postee from me yesterday...
Friday, 24 October • 11:45 AM
...and which brings me to my last full day on Kenyan soil, sitting once again in The Junction's coffee house and trying to catch up on things with their molasses-in-January Net connection. Today SB has gotten permission to leave work early to give her time to prepare for our dinner party tonight, to which she has invited her boss Becky (AKA She Who Must Be Obeyed Regardless of Legality or Physical Endurance) and her husband, the head of all CDC's operations here in Kenya. And they are both vegetarians, with him loosening up only enough to allow for fish or crustaceans, which makes menu planning that much more of an ache in the keister. There is also supposed to be music, though how much either of us will be able to contribute is highly questionable at best, given that I still have this &^%$#@! bronchitis and she's got her own sore throat back again.
Tomorrow, we have just enough time for a last outing in town and cooking the gumbo I promised her before I must board KLM once again and travel backward in time (i.e., seven time zones to the west) to return to my solitary but comparatively lush Stateside life. As God is my witness, I will never, EVER take paved city roads, drinkable tap water, reliable in-home Net access and self-sufficiency in transportation for granted again. But please don't think I'm going away mad, or even grumpy; I've had 2.5 weeks of precious time with my beloved Songbird, in a country that, for all its emerging-nation drawbacks, possesses almost unparalleled natural beauty, a good, kind and strong people, much of the world's endangered wildlife and a measure of hope for the future. And it may well have given my country its next President, too.
Friday, 24 October • 11:45 AM
...and which brings me to my last full day on Kenyan soil, sitting once again in The Junction's coffee house and trying to catch up on things with their molasses-in-January Net connection. Today SB has gotten permission to leave work early to give her time to prepare for our dinner party tonight, to which she has invited her boss Becky (AKA She Who Must Be Obeyed Regardless of Legality or Physical Endurance) and her husband, the head of all CDC's operations here in Kenya. And they are both vegetarians, with him loosening up only enough to allow for fish or crustaceans, which makes menu planning that much more of an ache in the keister. There is also supposed to be music, though how much either of us will be able to contribute is highly questionable at best, given that I still have this &^%$#@! bronchitis and she's got her own sore throat back again.
Tomorrow, we have just enough time for a last outing in town and cooking the gumbo I promised her before I must board KLM once again and travel backward in time (i.e., seven time zones to the west) to return to my solitary but comparatively lush Stateside life. As God is my witness, I will never, EVER take paved city roads, drinkable tap water, reliable in-home Net access and self-sufficiency in transportation for granted again. But please don't think I'm going away mad, or even grumpy; I've had 2.5 weeks of precious time with my beloved Songbird, in a country that, for all its emerging-nation drawbacks, possesses almost unparalleled natural beauty, a good, kind and strong people, much of the world's endangered wildlife and a measure of hope for the future. And it may well have given my country its next President, too.
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Date: 2008-10-24 03:32 pm (UTC)That's gotta be a good title for something. Safe home.