You can tell you’re starting to recover from your ravaging bout with sinusitis when you start almost forgetting to take your antibiotics. You can tell you still have a ways to go when what used to be normal activities leave you exhausted. Sigh. Yesterday and this morning I did what would have been a normal schedule for me back in the day. Class, work, pit stop home for dinner, Ash Wednesday Mass, another pit stop to pick up some things I’d forgotten, dancing, home, sleep, wake up, classes. My day is far from done (I have another class in about an hour, then an appointment, and then my Catholic young adult group in the evening), but right now I mostly want to crawl back into bed and call it done. Still, this is progress! A week ago I wouldn’t have made it to half those classes, or dancing, or Mass. So we’re doing better here.
Lisa is currently still in Nairobi, hopefully making arrangements to come home in the next couple of days. There are so many conflicting reports about whether things are getting better or getting worse, it’s been hard for her to decide whether she should come home or just wait things out so she can finish her teaching stint. The US Embassy had a town hall meeting a few days ago for US citizens and their families, where they were sounding fairly upbeat, not at all encouraging people to leave. So it’s been hard to know what to do. However, recently the opposition leaders were threatening more rallies, which really means more rioting. This stupidity irritated Lisa so much that at that point she had decided to leave as soon as possible. Most of our communication with her is through text messages (phone calls are so exorbitantly expensive that they have to be carefully rationed, but we found out that Judy’s cell service plan lets her send texts to Kenya for $.25), so it’s a little hard to know what she’s thinking. Personally, I want Lisa to come home. She may not be in any danger at the moment, but the situation is completely unstable, and it doesn’t look likely to settle down any time soon. Everything could change at any time. Within half an hour a place that was perfectly safe could become a war zone. I don’t want my sister to be caught in the middle of something like that. Plus, the sad truth is that as a young, white, blond American woman traveling alone overseas, she is uniquely vulnerable. So, yeah, I want her home. Now.
On the up side, the gardening catalogs have been coming in for a little while now. I’ve taken to doodling garden plans and ideas on my scrap paper during class instead of taking notes. I used to write letters instead of taking notes, but now it’s mostly drawing gardens. When I get a little time and access to a scanner, I want to scan them in to show you guys. I think the one of my proposed small rose garden for back by the garage is especially lovely. Liv and I went to the garden center to buy seeds a few days ago. She got peppers, tomatoes, and green beans for her buckets on the back deck. I got asters, sunflowers, cosmos, and money plant for the flower garden, and carrots, radishes, zucchini, and lettuce mix for a small vegetable garden. Plus I also got sweet peas to grow up over the deck railing. I wish it were March already so I could start planting things!