Today is sunny and should get to almost 70°. It is another say goodbye to my sloth days as I have a list of chores. Top of the list is washing floors, the small floors, the bathroom floors. I also need to vacuum and water plants. I really hate to do housework yet here I am inundated with housework. I want a fairy godmother just like Cinderella’s who will grant me some wishes or maybe transform a few mice into cleaners. I’ve got the mice.

The other night on my way home from practice a coyote crossed the road in front to my car in a residential area. The coyote was small, smaller than my dogs, but he looked healthy. He was quick across the road. Today it was a rafter of wild turkeys, maybe 10 or 12. They were munching and paying no attention to the cars whizzing by them. The turkeys have been a common sight the last week or so.

Last night I played a slide show of my Ghanaian pictures. I took my time. The first picture I remember well. It was the morning after we had arrived in Ghana. I was on the second floor of the dorm in Winneba. I looked out and saw my first palm trees. I saw tin roofs atop houses, atop what I came to know as family compounds. The roofs were rusty. The compounds were clay. I think that is when I realized I was actually in Africa.

We stayed in Winneba two weeks. We were busy all day with informational lectures and intensive language training. We had a day of shots against anything and everything. Another day we went to greet the chief. At night we’d go across the street to a spot, a bar. We played whist mostly and drank Cokes. It was just a time to unwind. We were at this first place for two weeks. At the end of this phase of training and before the next, people left. I didn’t get it. Two weeks seemed such a short time to be in Africa, to experience a whole different culture and to feel the joy of living there.

When I was in the 8th grade, I followed the presidential election between Nixon and Kennedy. I went to Kennedy headquarters and got pins I proudly wore. He was an easy choice. Kennedy was from Massachusetts, of Irish descent and Catholic, all of which we shared. His religion became a problem which I didn’t really understand. He faced anti-Catholic bias being the first Catholic to run for the presidency. It was feared that he would be loyal to the Pope instead of to his country. He dispelled the fears. I watched the debates. I didn’t know much about all the topics. I learned a bit. I learned about Quemoy and Matsu. These many years later, those two places are still stuck in my memory drawers. I wish they would go away.

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