Rainy Season

THANK THE LORD rainy season is here.  It has been here but we’ve been in drought.  All the farmers blame climate change.

People are finally tying their goats up, after my two attempts at a moringa nursery were chopped.  I’ve been waiting for this day.

I thought it was about time for a positive post.  Today I feel like I could live in Ghana forever.  I love it.  It is amazing.  Granted, I spent the day in a company car visiting various rain fed demos in my district.  Felt like home.  I drove around the country all day with Tim McGraw playing on the radio.  I could feel my Dads annoyance coming in waves from the other side of the world.

Came home, unloaded my bike.  I have three bicycles all of them were spoiled.  The farmer bike isn’t really spoiled I just hate it with a passion.  My mountain bike was fixed today.  I traded my kindle for this bike only to find I’d been had, by a fellow AMERICAN PCV no less!  Kentucky, you’re a liar that bike needed so much work.

I made up the greatest thing for dinner.  How miraculous is it when things your throw in a bowl actually turn out edible?  I had made soy milk yesterday so used the ground up beans, guinea fowl eggs, onion, green pepper and corn flour to make soy burgers.  They tasted like polenta so then I made tomato sauce and I splurged this week and bought cheese. 

Then it started raining.  There are many great things about the rain. It is the giver of life.  It makes hot beverages pleasant to drink.  It practically guarantees no one will knock on your door while you’re walking around in your underwear and last but not least it makes farting in my house possible.  Farting is looked down upon in Ghanaian culture and I’m just naturally a farty person.  I’m pretty sure people outside can hear me when I do it, so rainy days are all that much better.

I let what is left of my hair down and had a dance party.  Then wrote this post while listening to John Cougar Mellencamp and thinking about how great Indiana is.  My life could not be better.

To be noted, this morning I sent a long message to my best friend about how my life is pointless and I have not accomplished anything in the time I’ve been here.