“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”

Last night was cold. I was reading in bed when the rain started around 12:30. I fell asleep to the sound of the drops hitting the roof. Henry woke me up early, 6:55, the crack of dawn for me. He wanted out. Nala followed us. I waited to let Henry in then went back to bed. Henry didn’t follow. Nala came to bed but no Henry. It was 7:30 by then so I went downstairs and Henry was at the back door. He drives me crazy picking and choosing when he’ll come in by himself.

The morning is pretty. The day will be sunny and in the 50’s. With no wind, it will feel warm. I did go to the dump yesterday with a filled trunk and a backseat loaded with boxes and papers.

My nephew Justin’s baby boy was born on November 11th. Justin looks so delighted in every picture. One e-mail he sent me said he couldn’t wait to be a dad. He sent pictures from the hospital. Grayson, his son, is adorable.

When I was a kid, we all walked to school. I lived about 3 long blocks away. The school was in an enclave of sorts. Across the street was the convent. On one side was the rectory where the priests lived. Beside that was the church. Later, the parish bought a house which had meeting rooms and a small library. The new school was perpendicular to the rectory in the back. The school yard had a bicycle rack and two baskets. It was the church parking lot on Sundays. I attended that school for eight years.

My school in Ghana had houses for tutors, the name for teachers in Ghana, dorms, outside shower stalls, an outside bathroom, a cafeteria, a huge beehive oven for baking bread, a wooden house, a library and two classroom blocks. The sports field was below the buildings. Track events were held there. There was an outside netball court. Netball is a woman’s game similar in some ways to basketball. The court had small stones or cinders of some sort as a base, and there was blood from scrapes if you fell on the court. That didn’t bother the players. They just kept playing. Volleyball was played under trees in an area cleared for the net. The school buildings were made of concrete and had metal roofs except for one building made of wood, an anomaly in Ghana, too many wood eating bugs. I don’t know anything about the wood house. The school was off the road to Navrongo and down a small dirt road, a rutted road. After all these years, I can still close my eyes and see every part of that school. I remember it bustled each morning and afternoon. It was quiet during the day when classes were held and at night for study hours. Those two+ years have their own memory drawers maybe even some neon lights. That school was home.

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6 Comments on ““Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    Cold nights and chilly days over here and an evenly grey cover of clouds. I don’t see much of it though since I work most of the day when we have daylight.

    I didn’t have anything in the garbage bag last night so Alma decided to take what ever she could from the counter instead. She chewed happily on those things and cleaned some spoon rather well. The chewing toys were placed in a neat row on the floor beside the sofa where she chewed on everything else.

    Tonight I’ll fill some of those chewing toys with a mix of banana and peanut butter and I hope that will keep her away from everything else but my hopes aren’t high ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Alma and Albin loves peanut butter but Nova took just one sniff off it and walked away ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      We had sun all day, but it stayed chilly. It is getting dark nd feels even colder.

      Alma and Nala could destroy a house. Today I found about 6 or 7 things stolen from my room. Two dolls I brought back from Russia in 1972 are gone, headless and insides missing. I found them outside. She stole a blanket and another doll.

      The two dogs have more toys than most kids. Nala does play with them a lot, but she also takes her favorite outside. They eventually reappear but filthy and sometimes wet from rain. Henry also plays but not with the same enthusiasm.

      Have a wonderful day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Congratulations to your nephew on his new son. Everyone is excited when the new baby comes home. After six months of middle of the night feedings and changing diapers gives you a new attitude towards the kid. This even before the terrible twos. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Another clear day with a high of 75ยฐ. This morning started out at chilly at 47ยฐ. I dressed in layers.

    In Ghana you were a โ€œtooterโ€. I make fun of our British compadres who call an instructor, instructor a tutor. They enjoy teasing me so turn about is fair play. ๐Ÿ™‚ Every time I have to talk to them Iโ€™m reminded why we revolted in 1776 to be independent. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My nephew is 37. He is just so excited to have his son born. His fiancรฉ is the same age and is as excited. The baby was born c-section so he is a beautiful newborn. She has three months off while he had only two weeks, and this is the first.

      It will get down to the high 30’s tonight, the coldest it’s been. I suppose it’s time.

      Female tutors were called madam so I was Madam Ryan. That always gave me pause.

      • Bob Says:

        Correction: We hit a high of 80ยฐ this afternoon and tomorrow will be 81ยฐ. A record heatwave for mid November.

      • katry Says:

        Too hot for November. I’m liking out 40ish nights and 50ish days. That’s November.

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