Despite my work being about as frustrating as I am equipped to stand all is well. It is time for me to get accept to the idea that the rest of my time with this project will not be ideal. This however, will not steal my joy.
The temperature is beginning to drop so that I only need to turn my fan on low when I go to bed. I am told that the wet season is over. It was not so true to it's name in my mind. I expected to be swimming to work. There were a few days where the water did rise but, so far as continued/non-stop rains Lusaka could not deliver.
It is interesting to see how the Zambians bundle up when the temperature drops below 15 C or so. They gear up like they are tackling Everest. I have heard that they are not as able to regulate body temperature because they are carried on their mother's back for the first two years of life. It is an intriguing theory.
I finally tried the IAVI nshima that I have heard so much about. I was wondering how something that is supposed to taste like nothing could get any better. Turns out it is the consistency and the temperature that makes it good or not so good. So if it melts your fingerprints off and doesn't stick so badly that you get third degree burns sue to the afore mentioned then it good nshima. Good or bad it is my palate that makes the decisions and I could really go for some curly fries.
We are going to be getting some company soon in the way of new interns and student visitors (kids from Emory finishing up their master's work and are interested in global health). They are bring back Michelle and the current lab director at the Ndola site. There is plenty to do. Emory is so terribly behind when it comes to the site here yet, they insist on calling the shots and installing mandates that make zero logical sense. Focusing on the good means ignoring many aspects of my job. There is good there of course but, it is buried.
Africa, it's not you, it's ZEHRP.
I pray this blog finds you well. That chain in the living room with weeks until I hop a plane keeps getting shorter, proof that I am headed in the right direction. Like the engine that could, I will make it.
All will be grand
God Bless you all, He has certainly blessed me.
The temperature is beginning to drop so that I only need to turn my fan on low when I go to bed. I am told that the wet season is over. It was not so true to it's name in my mind. I expected to be swimming to work. There were a few days where the water did rise but, so far as continued/non-stop rains Lusaka could not deliver.
It is interesting to see how the Zambians bundle up when the temperature drops below 15 C or so. They gear up like they are tackling Everest. I have heard that they are not as able to regulate body temperature because they are carried on their mother's back for the first two years of life. It is an intriguing theory.
I finally tried the IAVI nshima that I have heard so much about. I was wondering how something that is supposed to taste like nothing could get any better. Turns out it is the consistency and the temperature that makes it good or not so good. So if it melts your fingerprints off and doesn't stick so badly that you get third degree burns sue to the afore mentioned then it good nshima. Good or bad it is my palate that makes the decisions and I could really go for some curly fries.
We are going to be getting some company soon in the way of new interns and student visitors (kids from Emory finishing up their master's work and are interested in global health). They are bring back Michelle and the current lab director at the Ndola site. There is plenty to do. Emory is so terribly behind when it comes to the site here yet, they insist on calling the shots and installing mandates that make zero logical sense. Focusing on the good means ignoring many aspects of my job. There is good there of course but, it is buried.
Africa, it's not you, it's ZEHRP.
I pray this blog finds you well. That chain in the living room with weeks until I hop a plane keeps getting shorter, proof that I am headed in the right direction. Like the engine that could, I will make it.
All will be grand
God Bless you all, He has certainly blessed me.
I'm glad you will get to experience some cool weather for a while before you come home to full-blown summertime.
ReplyDeleteMaybe your visitors will bring a little more interest to your job and help the time pass quickly.
So glad your joy and hope are still intact!
Love you, Sweetheart!
momma XoXoX