Going Postal

I flew into a blind rage last night upon checking my email and finding yet another message to the effect of “Did you ever get the package that I sent ages ago?”. Of course the answer being no, I cursed the postmaster of Bankass, even though I suspect that he has very little to do with it. But the fact that I brought him back hemorrhoid cream and stool softener from the States still makes me feel that I must have accrued some good postal karma. Apparently not. So then I decided to curse myself for not being more on the ball and changing my mailing town like I said I was going to months ago. Then four email messages later I see that no cursing was necessary in that my mother, possessing the motivation that I lack, has already seen to it that my blog is updated with my new banking town (which I mentioned to her over the phone recently). Thanks, mom. So if you look in the sidebar, you will see that I am now gladly accepting all mail in Sevare. And I’ve decided that anything I want done, I will now just casually mention to my mother over the phone, and expect to see more immediate results (“so, thinking about going to grad school… how ‘bout them GREs”). It is still just sad to think that some random Malian probably thinks that he is really scoring by stealing my new Creeping Weeds cd, only to discover that it sounds nothing like Cote d’Ivoirian dance music (or maybe it does – perhaps the CWs have taken a radical turn on their latest album – who am I to pigeonhole).

In other news, it is hot. But I hesitate to hasten the rains because well work is going slowly, and we need all the time we can get. So I’m hoping for another month of parched nasal cavities and heat & dust storm induced acne. I must look pretty bad; just the other day one of the village elders started fingering the pimples along my hairline with a very concerned look on his face. Then it was my turn to look concerned when he didn’t stop for the next several minutes. So much for my personal dignity.

ps - just returned from the post office and there was a package waiting for me, unopened and in one piece. and it only took two weeks to get here, so i think that we are off to a good start