Apologies, apologies for the lateness of the hour. I slept quite late then a former student from Ghana who lives here in the US called, and we spoke for well over an hour. It was catch up time. We spoke of her days as my student and of Bolga. Franciska is a FraFra, the tribe in and around Bolga. Her family home is in a village outside of Bolga. She was one of the youngest students in my class the first year. She was also one of the smartest. Franciska has had some heavy duty medical issues, but she sounded healthy and said she was feeling good. We caught each other up with what we’ve each been doing. She hasn’t been back to Ghana for a long time but hopes to go. I told her that was also my hope.

I am taking it easy again today. That worked yesterday as my leg is much better, and I can stand up without moaning. The Tylenol helped as I woke up only a couple of times during the night. I still need to do an errand.

The afternoon is mostly sunny. It is in the high 50’s. The air is still. My neighborhood is quiet though Henry did break the silence when he barked at the Amazon driver delivering a big bag of dog food to the house. Nala is still up to her felonious ways. I found a rolled pair of sneaker socks in the hall downstairs. They had been upstairs. I think I have to do a yard check.

Duke, the boxer I grew up with, was not a thief. He didn’t usually steal food from the counter except that one time we caught him, my brother and I. My mother had put the Sunday roast on the counter to defrost. It was roast beef, my favorite. My brother and I were watching TV when Duke came out of the kitchen with the roast in his mouth. We jumped up, grabbed him, opened his jaw and took the roast. He was not a happy dog. The roast has teeth marks. We washed it and smoothed out the teeth marks as well as we could. We must have done a great job as my mother didn’t notice. As we were sitting around the table eating, my brother and I were hard-pressed not to laugh.

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