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Looking for news on the domestic front

 

I must be starting to feel better as I am typing again.

Perhaps I need to hear the sound of my voice tapping in my head….it has been a very quiet week.

I woke up remembering a promise I made and failed to keep: I declared that when the rains came I would stand up and defend the right to dance in the rain. I would take to the garden and twirl and splash and then we would all go bowling. For isn’t bowling the best of all rainy day games?

 

But I did neither. The rains came late at night and carried on through the dark hours and when the sun came up and rains stopped  the urge to bowl and dance was no more.

 

So now I will probably have to wait 7 months to keep  my promise.

 

On the domestic front, with little to report and digging for something good, Princess and Trooper have discovered The Gilmour Girls. Remember that? They are half way through season two and I am catching snippits while I walk through the living room enroute to the kitchen/bathroom/bed. It is making me believe I am back in Montreal and it is Sunday night. Was it Sunday night? I can’t believe back in those days we had to wait a whole week to watch the next episode. No flick of the remote to move forward a week. My girls watched 10 years of Friends in 5 months! It was like fast forwarding through Jennifer’s Hair, Matthew’s Weight and the Evolution of Jeans from too high waisted to low and hippy.

 

Today I am going to take a thick black sharpie and place a juicy tick next to an item on my list. Princess is going to the Orthodontist.

 

Love ticking.

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M7 Celebrates

I did not gather with the crowds to celebrate Mouseveni’s inauguration. I consider such celebrations and the exorbitant expense of fighter jets and extravagant elections campaigns rather sour and in poor taste  in the context of recent rioting,  protests and the dire lack of access to health care for the majority of Ugandan citizens.

However I was very grateful for my bonus day off. I specifically ordered a bright and beautiful sunny day by the pool and that is what I got. Playing the Proust Questionnaire Game ( back page of Vanity Fair for those not in the know) with good friends is a perfect way to pass an afternoon in my opinion.

And certainly one of my favourite occupations. ( question on said questionnaire.)

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My patchwork summer

When I look back on my month in London it feels sort of like a giant patch work quilt; each quilt being a person from a chapter in my past. I had the great fortune, with thanks on the whole to facebook, of reuniting with some very special friends that I had not seen in a long while. I zigzagged London and the Home Counties on trains, tube and bus to see people, share fabulous meals, laughter and memories.

On one square of the quilt we have a friend who was my bestest friend in the whole world when I was 5 and living in Hong Kong. I wish I lived in the next village to her so I could sit at her kitchen table and talk about life, children and the chaos of having too many animals. On another, a teacher, in fact the best teacher I ever had who I had not seen since I was 13. It was a pretty awesome experience to meet up and have lunch with her. She has the same smile and energy she has always had and when we met and hugged on the street under her umbrella in the rain she said she would always have recognized me on the street, likewise me to her.  Another square holds my best male friend from University. We met in the Law faculty ( yes, I was very nearly a lawyer) at the age of 19 and shared many a meal together over those 4 years, both in my family home and in some fancy spots in London. We hadn’t seen each other for 10 years and like true friends it felt like yesterday. A pretty colourful square is filled with university friends; we spent a whole weekend together enjoying their tiny children and trying to remember names of songs we liked back in 1988. We were all convinced that we hadn’t changed a bit, and it certainly felt like we hadn’t despite the little naked children running around the garden.

Then there is a boarding school friend. We shared a dorm back when we were 14, now we were eating lunch while her toddler doodled, her baby slept and her teenage son played computer games. She had been at my wedding, I at her first wedding, many years had passed and we were still special friends. Another square holds yet another school friend (and fellow blogger) and her 4 year old daughter. It was a funny relief knowing that thanks to 3limes we could dispense with all the catching up, so to speak. We spent an afternoon at the Tate Modern and an evening drinking wine. She is an impressive and brilliant writer and business woman and it was great to listen and giggle together.

I realized, again,  how many of my friends have had children later than me when I met another University friend and her 5 year old son. This girl was the first person I met when I was a fresh faced fresher out on my first night in University. Now I live in Uganda and she is a clever scientist and mother living in London. A special square holds a precious piece of Montreal. Since I couldn’t make it there this summer and wonderful friend and godmother to Clea who I call my “big sister” flew to London for two weeks. It was simply amazing particularly seeing how quickly she and my mother became friends.

Another square from my more recent past in Trinidad holds a special colleague and friend from school there. We had an unexpected but lovely few hours in central London chatting about our favourite students, the past, the future and beyond. I never imagined a piece of Trinidad would come to London this summer, nor two pieces of Uganda, one whom I met for lunch and a few stolen minutes of quick shopping and another in my mother’s living room. In the last square my whole world collided when one old childhood friend met one Indiana from Kampala in the middle of my mother’s house. A loud ringing seemed to pass through my ears as time crashed into a small moment on a sofa.

My patchwork quilt proved that time is elastic and real friends stay true. It was something exceptional that I imagine my gypsy life needed. If I don’t know where in the world I really belong, I do know that there are people out there that tie my past together.

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Party marathon. ( my sort.)

Oh what a weekend.

I ruined a perfectly pretty pedicure by wearing closed shoes and dancing up a storm. I think at one point I may have stepped on a dog and caused a dog fight.  The night was gentle and starry at first, the martinis flowed, the food arrived, the music got higher and things became rather interesting. There were silent dialogues flowing above our heads and beneath the table all evening long; there was verbal sparring easily confused with foreplay, there were tears, recriminations, flirting and dirty dancing. Oh what a night.

The next day beckoned and with it a BBQ. Characters were tossed and delivered into a beautiful garden overlooking the city. If you tilted your body to the left next to one of their trees you could even see the lake. I met new comers to Kampala, people who were leaving, old timers who had seen it all; I met travellers, actors, the beautiful and the dammed. Food was divine, so was the wine and without a glance at a watch a midday lunch ended at 10pm. There was gentle chat, laughter and garden games. Then stolen cigarettes and cocktails as it grew dark; it was a very happy day.

Sunday and our stamina looked weak. We were operating on less hours of sleep than we needed and through our veins flowed more wine than blood, but we did it again. Another BBQ, this one more tame but a social activity never-the- less that was celebrating the achievements of one friend. It was a totally different crowd, no scary unspoken drama, just a lovely dinner.

Coming back to school feels like a rest.

Next weekend? Surprise birthday party for one 13 year old.

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Being sociable

I don’t often feel at all sociable, in fact I generally exist between school and shoe box, only going out when I feel obliged to or sense the need to shake off some unhealthy cobwebs. I find the longer I hide at home the less tempted I am to go out and actually talk to people, don’t I talk to people all day long?  Honestly, after a day battling with puberty, I rarely have the energy to do more than shower, cook and tuck myself up with a good book. However it has been a very sociable couple of weeks here in the land of 3limes.

Some recent highlights:

Trooper and her best friend made home made pizza ( including the dough) for a group of us. It was a perfect sunday evening of wine, friendship and laughter.

A dinner party, Mexican style where we sat under the stars and  ate guacamole and drank tequila Mohitos. The group was a happy clan of UN employees, a couple of teachers, some business people. We had 4 Canadians, 1 Brit and a Kenyan.

A visit to the home of The Beautiful Ones who live on the banks of lake vic, where children dip in the pool or shoot bows and arrows.  I love an alfresco dinner party, especially one that features good food, French Cheese and an international mix of people including Canadians, French, American, Brits and a recently adopted Ugandan baby.

Then  one of those evenings where everyone who was anyone was in attendance. It was the opening of an art show and old timers mixed with journalists, expats and wealthy art buying Ugandans. The evening left me a bit cold, lost even, wondering where in the grand scheme of things, I fit in.  Frequently a feeling of not quite fitting in settles on my skin. Not sure how to wash it off.

A ladies night featuring 20 or so women, some expats, some long term residents and some who were born and raised here. It was a lovely evening in a beautiful home with a generous and amusing host. Again, we ate under the stars at little tables dotted around the garden with the warmth of a cluster of candles. I am again, inspired to move to a house with a garden so we too can entertain under the stars.

Rather than squeezing 9 people into the shoe box so we can eat pizza on our laps. Yes this was another feature of the sociable week.

A night in with no Trooper or Princess is always a highlight. This one was dedicated to laughter as handsome husband and I began the Gavin and Stacy marathon, a witty and irreverent English sitcom that makes me laugh; out loud and often. Having no TV here, we rely on DVD box sets and we have now worked our way through the entire series of Entourage, Californication, Torchwood and now Gavin and Stacy.

Finally a rather bizarre evening was spent at the Casino. Yes, there is a casino here, more than one in fact. Isn’t a casino in the poorest continent rather an anachronism? This one deserves its own post so more on that later.

Tonight is opening night for Maria, singing nuns and tea with jam and bread. Tomorrow night I will be going out to see it. Very excited.


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Monday night spent in the presence of new lovers

Monday night spent in the presence of new lovers

electricity sits between them like a pulse;

they want to touch, their eyes keep glancing

but we are there, watching, asking with our smiles

it is all so sudden and new

like a forgotten touch you only remember now;

for the very first time

they learn to dance their bodies around

each other

the room fills up with their love

and the lust that is written over their

hands, thighs, crossed arms

and secret smiles

we play a peek a boo game

talking around their newness

but all they want is for us to leave

so they can begin again

the new dance

and drum out the beat

of their new love


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facebook is weird

Facebook is weird. I know what an old school friend, someone I haven’t seen for 20 years had for breakfast and I have seen the wedding photos of an old work colleague that I imagined I would never see again. I have been sent a friend suggestion that makes me laugh. She was the girl who bullied me at school a life time ago. Do I want to be her friend? Just to know what she is doing somewhere out there in middle America? More importantly do I want her to know what I am doing?

On the flip side I have reconnected with an old school teacher, the most inspiring teacher I ever had, someone who impacts my teaching style every day. I have found a long lost friend that I searched ages for and now we will meet up this summer and exchange memories. I can read the evening plans of two of my old students, I even know what film they are planning on seeing tonight, but does it all really mean anything?  I now have these superficial connections to people that are not really in my life, albeit by a sliver through a computer screen. The people I really want to see, and hug and hold are not living in my white laptop, they are living in my mind, my past and hopefully my future.

Facebook has now overtaken google as the most viewed online search engine. To use a Trini term it is the ultimate “Maco” tool, meaning we can spy on one another and be misled that we know what we are all doing. It presents a warped truth, but one that satisfies some of our curious inclinations. Through Facebook I can see what my daughter’s status is and then berate her for spreading her private life throughout the cyber world. These are things I probably shouldn’t know and yet I keep logging in, coming back for more, looking, as I scroll through the names, for connections, knowledge of what people out there are doing today. It makes the world so small when in many other ways it just feels too big.

Those of us who live so far away, across oceans and continents, shops, markets and deserts, need to feel the world is small.

I just purchased my airline tickets to London this summer and judging by the price of those tickets the world is quite enormous. Instead of looking into my screen to hunt for shiny things and old friends I will have it laid out on a concrete pavement for my delectation and choice. For three weeks I will spend my days in London town, soaking up the culture, the dust, not from red pounded roads, but from smog and the frayed, chipped ancient paint from antique buildings. I will revel, spin and worship at the alter of the Great Shiny West.

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