It has not been a fun week. It's been four long days without internet (Thursday to Sunday) after four days with water problems, so I was feeling rather down. Our house had no water for a few days, and then limited water pressure so we couldn't do laundry. Oh but to have even trickle showers and flushing toilets was such a relief I shouldn't complain. Like the song says "You don't know what you've got til it's gone". I put the baby wipes (Liz recommended I bring) to use; you don't realize how the human body can smell like vinegar when it goes two sweaty days without a real washing.
I had a run-in with one of the upstairs "Barbies" Thursday evening, shortly after the water came back on and I was just beginning to wash the big pile of dishes accumulated in the kitchen. Tempers flared and things were said; I asked we postpone the discussion but she'd have her say right then. . . . I've commented before how much I miss having folks my age to talk with; so it was not a good time to be without even internet communications. The next day I tried calling Ivy and Jeremiah, but my phone is not been very good at sending clear signals: I can hear them, but my voice breaks up even when my emotions are together! Sometimes the best I can do is just isolate myself while I get a better perspective, but oh how I wanted to just vent!
My downstairs housemates are having a "Fiesta" party tonight for all the teachers at school. They've done all the organizing, all I've done is draw a large donkey for "Pin the tail on the donkey" and pay for more food tha we'd eat in a week. The social interaction will be good; maybe I'll even get someone to take a few pictures I'm actually in so there will be something to post on my next entry. Nothing exciting or particularly "Ghanaian", just part of the experience of everyday coping.
And with that I will sign off for today. God is here, even when I am a recluse. So many lessons I still need to learn . . . .
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