28 November 2003
Not too much is happening over here in our little corner of Namibia. Sera got
back up here just in time to be buried up to her chin in exam papers to grade.
I, on the other hand, have had an easier than normal exam time because my
twelfth graders final exams are the official ones and are marked externally. So,
while Sera marks her tests and favors her shoulder, I am doing the cooking and
reading a lot. And speaking of cooking I hope everyone had a successful
Thanksgiving. We didn't worry too much/at all about doing anything traditional
so I made meatloaf, some broccoli, and a batch of brownies. We are going to
another volunteer's place tomorrow for a little Thanksgiving party, so we might
yet get to have some turkey.
We haven't heard anything from the Peace Corps about a response to Sera's
grievous offences against the federal government. I feel that the
"non-disclosure" case they have against her is exceedingly weak and
will not ever result in anything. Also, as far as we know the recommendation
from the orthopedic doctor here in Namibia has been accepted in DC and Sera
won't have to fly to the US for more tests and/or surgery. But we don't really
know what will happen with any of this and, meanwhile, having the ax over our
heads is quite annoying in a depressing sort of way.
boring stuff though, time for something truly exciting: We are the proud
caretakers of five freshly hatched baby chickens. They are cute 'like nothing'
and really do make a nice little peeping noise. Our chicken sat on her seven
eggs for about 21 days and all but two of the eggs turned into chickens over
Sunday and Monday last week. And they are multiracial to boot: the hen has white
feathers and four of the babies have black fuzz and one has yellow fuzz. We feed
them some chicken food that we got at the store but the whole family spends most
of the day looking for grub in the yard. Attached is a picture of the hen and
her chicks. The photo isn't too good but you have to remember that our chicken
is terrified of the camera and runs away if we get too close with it.
With Love from the Southern Hemisphere,