“For there we loved, and where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts…”

We are in the midst of a heat wave, that is if you compare the temperature to last week’s when it was around 8°. Right now it is 46°. Even though we’re socked in by clouds spread across the sky I’m going closet hunting for my Hawaiian shirt. I don’t think I need sunscreen, but I’ll keep it around just in case.

Yesterday was an amazing day for me. I got to play the newest book at uke, and my finger barely hurt which is a great thing as next week I have 4 uke events: practice, a lesson, a mid-week concert and another on the weekend at the mall. I’m thinking three of those might be enough for my crooked, barely bending finger. Yesterday’s second event made me cry. I was bemoaning my fate of a dead TV to someone I don’t know all that well. When we meet, we usually chat so the TV came up in conversation. I told her how I compensate with my iPad. Why didn’t I buy a new one? I explained I was being given a TV which best fit my budget. She asked how much one would cost. I had no idea as the dead TV was one of the first HD sets and was massively expensive. It worked well all these years and deserves its eternal rest. She handed me a check for $500. I thanked her and refused the kind offer. She said she was paying it forward in honor of a relative who had passed. I couldn’t refuse. That’s when I cried. That’s when I got my hug. The third and culminating event was a package from my sister and brother-in-law congratulating me on the end of my PT, four months after the surgery. It was filled with cookies from Cheryl’s. I ate two.

Where I lived in Ghana was way up country. It was the poorest part of the country and the region with the most extreme temperatures. Right now it is 101°, a dry 101°, but soon enough the dry heat will disappear and the humidity will start. The rainy season isn’t far away. My students, on one of my return trips, told me they were amazed I lived in Bolga as many Ghanaians would not choose to live there, but a white woman did. I didn’t tell them I had been posted there even before I got to Ghana. I knew nothing of Bolga until mid-way through training when I spent a week there meeting the principal, checking out my town and what I needed for my house. It was the rainy season.

It didn’t take long for Bolga to feel like home. I got waves and greetings everywhere I went. I fell in love with my town and was so very thankful to have been chosen to live there. That’s what I told my former students. They said they knew that.

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4 Comments on ““For there we loved, and where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts…””

  1. Birgit Says:

    That’s a really generous gift. You probably deserved it 🙂 Also the cookies.
    I’m glad to read that your finger is better now. Good luck and have fun with your uke events!

    • katry Says:

      Thanks!! That is a gift almost beyond measure. I bought my TV today!! I also ate two packages of cookies.

      My finger has recovered about 72% mobility. It won’t reach my palm, but it is usable and doesn’t hurt. Every day I use it more and more. I’m glad it is still intact!!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    “We’re having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave”. Here it only got to 60°. However, winter is not over yet. Our snowiest month is March. Thanks TV meteorologist. Go figure that one out.

    I’m so glad to hear that your finger is now completely healed. It was an ordeal that I wouldn’t want to go through.

    What a lucky break from an almost total stranger. You can pay the favor forward when the right situation occurs. Enjoy your new TV.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Boston may reach 60° this weekend. We’ll be in the low 50’s, but that is still an amazing turn around from last week. Our snowiest month is February but we have been know to have a storm or two in March. This winter we have had two dustings and an inch ib our biggest storm so far.

      My finger has recovered about 72% of its mobility. It won’t bed all the way to my palm, but it is usable and doesn’t hurt. I’m fine with that. I have an arthritic finger on the the other hand which also doesn’t bend to the palm. Now my hands match!

      I am still amazed and grateful!

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