Hey!
So I know I didn’t post a blog all that long ago but I have
two very important (well, no so much important to the rest of the world or
overall considered important things or events but they are big to me and since
this is my blog…I win) things to share with everybody.
First, last week when my friend Tess came to visit we
exchanged some movies and one of the movies I got from her was August Rush. I
decided to watch it today and let me tell you how much of a letdown it was.
This is the main reason that prompted a new blog entry. I felt the need to rant
and rave about this and couldn’t decide who to call to bitch about it to. The
power went out in the middle of the movie (what I though was the “good part”…I later
find out that doesn’t exist in this movie) making me wait for it to come back on
to finish it…which you may not realize took a lot of dedication not to get
distracted and come back and finish the movie. Now I know it’s not really considered
“dedication” to finish a movie you start but if you had to use my computer to
do so, you’d understand. Anyway, the movie ends and I literally feel cheated
out of my cumulative 4 hours it took me to get from beginning to end of that
waste of time. Maybe I’m not “deep” or “sensitive” or “emotional” (or any other
squishy, not really definable word you can think of) enough to really get the “essence”
of that movie...i guess we’ll never know. Now my warning to you is…steer clear
and don’t say I never tried to warn you.
Secondly, I stepped on a giant fish head in the market
today. Yes, that’s right. AND I was wearing sandals. Allow me set the scene for
you. I decide that since its Saturday and, coincidently, I like Saturdays it’s
time to celebrate by opening the can of humus I’ve had squirrel away for the
past few months. That’s right folks, humus can come in a can…its not too bad if
you can’t remember what refrigerated, seasoned humus is like…its tough to get
past the ‘warm’ part. Anyway, I’m gonna do it. Then comes step 2. What do I put
it on. I decide I want it on some bread…maybe I’ll make a sandwich or maybe
toast…the possibilities are endless, but whatever happens I’m gonna need bread.
Now, I have a general rule not to go into the market on the weekends because it
morphs into hell on earth sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning
and I figure its just better to stay out. But, like I said, its Saturday and I’m
celebrating. So I put on my big girl smile and decide getting bread will be
worth it. I start walking and aside from a small child incident in the beginning,
my walk to market goes without incident. I faintly hear the sounds of really
loud music and since it’s the weekend I assume theres a funeral somewhere so
unless their carrying the body through town (yes, actually happens) I should be
okay. I get all the way to the market, I see bread, I’m walking with purpose it
and then it happens. I step on a fish head. Not a tiny fish that lives in the
wetlands and eats plant roots or something. We’re talking about a big mother.
Some kind of fish would be the gladiator of fish. I think this fish can only
eat like dolphins or something, it was that big. I nearly hurl. Everyone starts
laughing and I’m seeing red. I manage to keep it together, motivated by the
sight of bread. Somehow I manage to communicate to my legs to continue walking
to the bread stand and then to turn around and go back home but the entire time
I kept replaying in my head what it felt like for my foot to step on a giant
f-ing fish head. This will cause some meflouquine (anti-malaria drug, causes
crazyyyy dreams) dreams for a longgg time.
And last on my list of things to
complain about…. my errant (remaining) cat. He is so cute and so lost without
the other 2 kittens around I feel bad for him. Since I feed him I have become “mom”
to it in more then one way. Since I feel we have a special bond I talk to him.
I brought him inside and made him a litter box and food area and everything. I
showed him the litter box and he was using it for a few days. But apparently I didn’t
communicate sufficiently enough that using it was not an option. He has started
to believe that its use is optional or has somehow confused my SHOES with dirt
in a box. We are not exactly on speaking terms right now. I plan to have a talk
with him later tomorrow because Sonia is coming over for a few days and we don’t
want her to see how badly we behave. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Well, that about sums up the past
24 hours in my life. Cat poo and fish heads. We can only hope that the next few
days go better for me. As I said in my previous post I’ll be in Accra until
maybe Saturday, Sunday or Monday (I stopped planning my life when I realized no
one else does either…it’s a wonderful feeling and I love it…I just feel sorry for
whoever has to train me back into the real world again…I won’t even go into the
strange habits I’ve picked up living alone…and I know what you’re thinking…”that’s
the perfect recipe for a cat lady”…and you’re right…I have no comeback for
that). I’ll be sure to keep you updated
on all of my exciting happenings in Accra (I’m hoping to track down a burger!)
and maybe some dancing!!!
Oh and any of you guys out there that
like country music….check out Brantley Gilberts cd Halfway to Heaven (I don’t know
how old or new it is in the U.S. someone posted a link on facebook a few days
ago and decided to take a listen)…My Kind Of Crazy is my favorite!!!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend!!!
<3
PS i didnt re-read this after i wrote it so sorry if things dont make sense or whatever. the power went out and i dont want to waste battery life when i could be watching 'crazy, stupid love' for the 400th time. and yes, i have run out of books to read and good movies (see above)...hello Accras lending library!
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