Thursday, July 19, 2007
yesterday is over and today is working on it.
today is over and tomorrow is working on it.
I'm not too sure why the heck the time is going so damn fast anymore. It's flying and there is barely enough time to get anything done. Between building compost & collecting cow shit; tearing/cutting down one fence & collecting bamboo to build another; getting the garden ready, planting seeds, talking about planting seeds, building fuel-efficicient cookstoves, getting the materials to build fuel-efficient cookstoves and then drying those materials (mud), going to Vavatenina, the post office, baking cakes, talking about baking cakes, talking about fuel-efficient cookstoves to bake those cakes, writing letters, writing in my "journal", cooking rice, mitotoing that rice before I cook it, washing my clothes, drying those clothes on the fence I still need to cut, going to Tamatave, Fenerive Est; going to IST for two weeks, that takes two weeks time, getting water, washing my dishes, buying soap to wash those clothes that are drying on the fence I still need to cut, getting rocks, building little paths, thinking about letters I still need to write, thinking about what I still need to write in my "journal", learning the language, thinking about still needing to learn the language, thinking about those books I should read, thinking about the books I want to read, harvesting rice, walking through the mud (in my bare feet) to harvest that rice, walking back home through the mud (in my bare feet), washing my feet, washing my hair and the rest of my body, going to get water from very far away to wash my feet because the pump isn't working,, carrying that water on my head in a 5 gallon bucket up a steep muddy hill in my bare feet, visiting towns several km away to talk about the work that still needs to be done, playing guitar (now that it is night), sleeping, and getting away with not letting some people borrow my guitar - talking my way out of it, holding spur-of-the-moment English sessions with a very select group of people, saying hello to people who drop by to visit the president of the Fokantany, thinking about o-and-so, writing so-and-so, riding my bike 12 km just to make a phone call - a worthless phone call it turns out - buying vegetables, having lunch at Bonne Huere, talking with the VIPs at Bonne Huere, visiting people who raise vazaha chickens in Tamatave, talking about grants, talking about Moringa trees, taking the Taxi Brousse, cleaning my house, sweeping the floor, soaking my vegetables, buying bananas, writing in the Peace Corps "black book", visiting Patrick, text messaging other volunteers, anticipating IST and seeing those other PCVs, writing thank you cards, drying papaya seeds, battling ants, scorpions (#4 today), rats, and leeches, - so far I haven't eaten any of these just yet, and what else? _helping Andrea with the Ravitoto . . . yes, I'm a good volunteer