Why does my school start so bloody late, eh? The end of summer is so boriiiiing...... and still has maybe two weeks left.... Everyone else is going to school and so forth while I just sit here waiting...
So, my dad is the only person in my family who can actually get stuff done and doesn't procrastinate indefinitely...
For months after the big remodel of my mom's house, the walls of my bedroom were completely bare - just paint and the curtains. And I had a few things to put on them, but no definite plan as to what to put where, and for months and months I just never bothered to put these things up. And this weekend my dad came here, and together he and I put up all these things:
- The Masai shield I bought in Tanzania
Well, I feel like writing a journal, but I have pretty much nothing to say, so, random things....
Today my mom and I went to see The Help, which was an amazing movie... I cried at least twice. I cry at movies more than I used to, I've noticed. Still don't do it terribly often, but I used to never.
'Shnarr' is my annoyed noise. I think it comes from some children's book about a hyperintelligent Siamese cat, that I used to read when I was little. The cat was named Henry, and he could do things like fly hot air balloons and improvise skis, but aside from his smarts he wasn't anthropomorphised at all, and all he could say was 'Shnarr.' I think. Regardless. I've been feeling pretty good recently - for a long time, actually - but the only things I have to report are shnarr-worthy things.
So, room and roommate assignments for the dormitories came out today... And I got an email from one of my roommates... And said email opened with the greeting 'Hey girls'...
Not that I didn't know this was coming... And I have been nervous, et cetera... But now it's here, and I'm either going to do something really cowardly or really stupid or most likely some stupid failed attempt to not take the cowardly option, and mess everything up big-time.
In spite of all that, I'm only a little bit anxious...
On the trail, the question we always ask is 'Why do we do this?' And maybe we answer 'Because it's fun' or 'Because it's awesome' or 'Because it's the best way to see beautiful places like the Sierras,' or sometimes we answer 'No idea.' But I think it may be more for the days after coming home - when it feels so good to do such everyday things as eat fresh food and take a shower, and when there can be no guilt in sitting around and watching television all day because hey, I just climbed Mount Whitney... twice...
Random good things (yay, good things!):
The egg I sent to my brother was actually delivered! It got to Endor yesterday, cracked but still smelling okay, wrapped in tape. Dad was extremely amused, Mr Fusion, according to him at least, didn't laugh at all. And today the postman talked to Mr Fusion and said that he and some other people at the post office had had a good laugh over the egg too. So, experiment more successful than ever hoped!
Now Regi wants me to try to mail a banana.
Today my mom's cousin Steve and his son were in town, and we and they had lunch with Oma and ended up talking about the very different experiences Oma and her brother (Steve's father) had had during World War II.
Thursday 23 June
Okay, before I forget: 'Ranai yo pinama' - at least that's how it sounded; I could be totally wrong.
Right. With that little memorandum out of the way, return to chronology.
Our sleep clocks are not yet adjusted. Dad and Mr Fusion were both wide awake and reading at five in the morning; Mom and I both got up and used the toilet around midnight and had trouble waking up in the morning. Not that we wouldn't have had trouble waking up before seven if our sleep clocks had been adjusted, but even so.
Wednesday, 22 June
Heheheh. There's a shower here at the Ilboru Safari Lodge and I just showered and before I showered I found out that Mom brought a big bottle of shampoo and a big bottle of conditioner. Yeah. No wonder her luggage weighs fifty pounds. Sheesh. 'I have long hair!' she says. I didn't even bring deodorant.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Well. It has been an exceedingly long day (probably because I've counted it as starting as soon as we left Washington) and we are all exceedingly tired (as in unable to keep from falling asleep in the time frame between boarding an airplane and the safety spiel).... but we are now in Tanzania! So, yay, one more country on that list, one more continent on that other list, and two more countries on the almost-list.
Monday, 20 June 2011 (I think)
Monday the Twentieth was supposed to be our Lost Day - leave on Sunday, arrive on Tuesday - but I'm pretty sure it's Monday morning in the District of Columbia here. So not a true Lost Day.
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Continuing about Friday the Seventeenth:
At around half-past eleven, Mom and I took some frozen yogurt to Oma at the dementia home. We told her that she could only have it if she came and 'participated in the Activity' - she refuses with extreme stubbornness if we call it 'exercise.' So we got her to do some group old-people exercises while eating frozen yogurt.
When exercise was over, she (of course) said that she needed to go home. 'I have to go home and feed my birds,' she said.
Transcribed as faithfully as possible from my handwritten travel journal.
Italics indicate where I have changed or added to what I originally wrote.
Notes and expansions which I have written later, at the back of the journal, will be included along with their appropriate days, labelled with the dates on which they were written.
Hello, friends! (Hahaha, I'm so good at Swahili, not, don't even know whether 'rafiki' can be plural.) I am back from Tanzania, where I have had fantastic adventures far away from the Internet....
I did keep a travel journal while I was there, and I've been considering transcribing it to here, but it's really long, so unless there were a lot of interest I probably wouldn't be motivated enough to type it all up and all.... But maybe I'll do at least the first few entries....