Last night, it was hot. It was hot in that way I’d forgotten about, that heat that crushes you as you lie in bed praying for sleep. And the worst part about it is that I know it’s only going to get worse. I’m still hoping that the rest of February won’t be this bad, that maybe this is a simple heat spell, but I’m losing faith in that fantasy. And then of course my kittens performed their daily morning race around my room, waking me up at 7.
The work on the dictionary is going faster now that I’ve gotten into a groove. I’m feeling more positive about it in general, taking time to feel proud of what I’ve done as opposed to beating myself up about inevitable mistakes.
The garden is looking great here. We have more things growing than I even knew about. Of course, the lettuce is in great shape and I’ve been eating all the salad I can stomach, but then we have one papaya well on its way, a few tomatoes, some little cabbages, some corn sprouts, and Oumar just planted carrots. I enjoy watching the garden—I wish I could have one when I go home. I guess when my cowry-fortune comes true and I become a “boss,” I’ll get a house with a big yard and plant all sorts of good stuff. And in the meantime, I can at least more regularly attend farmers’ markets. Mali is just one big farmers’ market.
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Dude totally. As soon as you get your own home you are going to have the most bomb ass garden around. I just know it. Good for you for taken the time to be proud of what you're doing, because it is awesome. Love you!
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