“I said I was impressed, Martha. I’m beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?”

The paper says thunder showers today, not the probability of showers, but real rain. When I was out on the deck with my coffee and papers, it was humid and thick. I could feel the moisture in the air. Luckily a breeze was strong enough to keep me from wilting. I decided not to bring my  laptop into all that humidity so I came back inside which doesn’t have the benefit of that breeze. The room is close.

The birds flew in and out at the feeders while I was there. Because no birds were at the suet feeder, I checked, and found it empty so I brought out a new cake and filled it. This one is peanut butter. I hope the birds are appreciative. No amorous doings on the deck or in the yard this morning. I do think I saw a red spawn lounging on a limb having a cigarette.

Hyannis will be filled today, and I have a doctor’s appointment there. This is when I wish I was Samantha and could wiggle my nose and be anywhere or had floo powder like the Weasley’s and Harry Potter. One toss in the fireplace, and I’d be there.

The entire neighborhood sounds deserted. I hear a bird now and then but no voices. I wonder where everyone went.

It is getting lighter out so now I’m going to start cursing the Cape Cod Times weatherman. I want that rain and that thunder. I’m hoping I can be outside and stay dry under my umbrella while it rains all around me. I love the sound of rain hitting that umbrella. In Ghana, it was the sound of rain hitting the tin roof of my house and my classrooms. The sound was so loud it made teaching nearly impossible. That is one of my strongest memories of the rainy season in Ghana. It is also one of my favorite.

My friends Bill and Peg are going to Ghana in September, and I am totally jealous. My having been there the last two years doesn’t count. Peg hasn’t been since 1972, but Bill was there on business sometime in the mid 1990,s, but he didn’t make it to Bolga where we all lived. I’ve given them my tour books and my phone, and I’ll give them our students’ numbers. They, as I was, will be surprised by the size of Accra and the huge number of people and how unfamiliar it all looks. Bill has a map from 1970 so he’s going to look for our favorite places and for the Peace Corps hostel which I couldn’t find. He has promised to take pictures. Bolga, though much bigger, will still feel like home to them.

My life has been so amazing yet here I am complaining about staying home this summer. I do have Grace (if she gets her visa) to look forward to in August and Bill and Peg will be down in October. I suppose I’d best stop carping though I am still jealous of Bill and Peg!!

Explore posts in the same categories: Musings

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

Both comments and pings are currently closed.

15 Comments on ““I said I was impressed, Martha. I’m beside myself with jealousy. What do you want me to do, throw up?””

  1. olof1 Says:

    It should be cloudy here right now and we are supposed to get some rain with the eventual thunder too but there’s not a single cloud in the sky so I doubt that we’ll get anything from the prediction 🙂 It is very dry here but I don’t mind if the rain will miss us. It would be so little anyway that it wouldn’t make any difference.

    I think I’m alone in my part of the village, I haven’t seen a single neighbor since early this morning. I was totally alone the entire week last week and it felt sort of strange, that has neverf happened since I moved here thirteen years ago 🙂

    I do hope Grace get her visa! I can’t for my life understand why she didn’t get it the first time.

    Sune is running aropund by himself in the garden right now, playing with an empty plastic water bottle. He seems to be fine with being alone, he’s the easiest dog I’ve ever met. Always happy and actually listens to what I say 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      It’s dark again but no rain. We’ve had days like your with rain predicted and, instead, sun all day.

      I like the quiet and the bird songs. It’s like I’m on my own little island. I’ll go out again and read and enjoy the world to myself. Your neighbors and mine must be somewhere together!

      I too hope Grace gets her visa. I still can’t believe they turned her down after only 10 minutes.

      That’s too funny-Gracie loves plastic water bottles and will stare at anyone drinking from one and even steal it if it is left anywhere. Gracie too is easy going, but she has one bad trait-once loose she won’t come back to me.

      Enjoy your evening!!

  2. Birgit Says:

    I know it can’t replace a Ghana visit, but here is a new Osibisa concert broadcast to give you some travel feeling if you wish:
    http://bigozine2.com/roio/?p=1516
    I can already hear distant thunder and I hope we also get some needed rain.


  3. Kat,

    “I hear a bird now and then but no voices. I wonder where everyone went.”

    That reminded me immediately of the Rod Serling short story (also a Twilight Zone episode) called Where is Everybody?

    Keep saving those pennies and maybe next year you’ll be the one heading off to your beloved Ghana.

    The humidity is rising here again, too, after a two-day respite and it’s sunny one minute, cloudy the next. Time for an iced coffee!

    • katry Says:

      Marie,
      That would be too funny-transported to The Twilight Zone, a little like Pleasantville.

      I’m trying to save enough for next summer. I was able to put some away last month, but I have house taxes due in August so there goes my extra money.

      Your weather sounds exactly like mine!

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Bill and Peg are going back to Ghana after a long absence and they will have all the feelings of wonder and surprise and homecoming that you did when you went back.
    It’s perfectly all right to be really jealous. 🙂

    I read your reply to Marie and groaned. House taxes are due in another week. It has been a very, very expensive three months so far. I need at least a month’s vacation from paying bills.

    Rocky and I just came back from a stroll around the neighborhood. It’s dank and very humid unless one is in the breeze. It looks like it wants to rain again but nothing so far.
    Now I’m about to test out honey roasted cherry tomatoes. I somehow managed to buy three containers of them and had to do something before they went off. I’ll let you know they taste.

    Enjoy the rest of the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Thanks for letting me feel jealous without guilt! I joked and said I should get all that money from Nigeria they keep offering!

      The jeep and your house taxes-not an easy month for you! I have a few of those every year, unusually November when my landscaper gets around to giving me my bill and December when I’m Christmas shopping.

      No rain here, just humidity. My air is on. I couldn’t take it any longer.

      Let me know how they taste as I have a few I bought at the farmer’s market.

      Have a wonderful evening.

      • Caryn Says:

        The roasted tomatoes were okay but not great. The tomatoes were kind of tired so not the best quality. I think if I had used more honey and less olive oil and roasted them longer than 30 minutes, they would have been fine.
        As is, I think they will make a great base for a sauce so I used the stick blender on them and put them in the fridge while I take it under advisement. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Caryn,
      I’m thinking that tomato salad with bread. I also bought some wonderful olive oil so I may give that arty.

  5. the infamous Bill & Peg Says:

    Our visa appls. are at the Embassy in Washington, and next week we have yellow fever injections. Only seven more weeks.

    When I was in Ghana in Dec. 1992, Accra was much as I remembered it: hot, humid, traffic-clogged, with the familiar odors of market produce,open fires, and open sewers. Our first house in Tafo was worse than I remembered, or maybe it was always that bad and we as newbies didn’t know any better.

    This week on the road I saw four turkeys, a BLACK squirrel, and a porcupine (not all together). Maybe the black squirrel was the black sheep of the family. Then two adult turkeys with two babies. Last week there was a snapping turtle.

    • katry Says:

      Bill,

      In 2011 I crossed off the days until I was leaving for Ghana. I could barely wait. As the plane got closer, I got more and more excited. When I left the airport, I smelled the Ghana I remembered: all those smells you found you had also remembered. (Don’t forget malaria pills!)

      During our time there, though, I don’t remember Accra being traffic-cloggd the way you do. None of my pictures show roads filled with cars the way they are now. Little in Accra is recognizable now. I went to High Street, saw the old embassy, the post office, Independence Square and parts of Adabraca. YOur map should be a great help.

      You are the animal whisperer!!

    • Caryn Says:

      Bill and Peg,
      Black squirrels have become rather common in southern New England over the past few decades.

      They are actually grey squirrels that are born without the long white guard hairs that grey squirrels have. I think it is a dominant genetic trait but black squirrels tend to get picked off by predators at a higher rate because they are more visible.

      I have several black squirrels living in the neighborhood at the moment. One was actually born in my attic and fell into my bedroom when it was trying to leave the nest.
      I have a warm spot in my heart for that one especially since it made the very wise decision to move to an oak tree on the next street. 🙂

      Here endeth the Natural History Lesson. 🙂

      Have a wonderful time in Ghana. And we all hope you’ll post some updates to Coffee, if you can.

      • Bill S. Says:

        Caryn:

        Seeing a black squirrel was a first for me here in southern N.H. Thanks for the Nature lesson.

        We will definitely have a wonderful time in Ghana. Our two children were born there, one in Tema, on the coast, and the other in Bolga hospital. For the first birth I was in the delivery room the whole time, as it was a clinic; for the second birth, two years later, I was not allowed into the delivery room–it was a government hospital.

        Having lived there for three years, we regard Ghana as almost a second home. We’ll update coffee on our return.

      • katry Says:

        Bill,
        There is a wonderful internet cafe on the main street we knew. It is wonderfully air-conditioned, and I stopped there to check mail and write Coffee every now and then. The old Hotel d’Bull also has one in what used to be the courtyard. It is supposed to have air, but it was quite hot.

        I alos regard Ghana as a second home, and I would go every year if I had the money. Where is that Publisher Sweepstakes guy? If all goes well (as in saving money), I’ll be there next year.


Comments are closed.