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Popcorn time, Emma Bovary and Elections

Quiet lazy days at home as school is closed for a mid term break. Museveni, fondly known here at M7 has been re elected and so far the streets have been calm and troubles averted. The police and military presence has been thick; last night we saw men in full camouflage garb, flak jackets, operation helmets and guns at the ready lining the streets and circling the roundabouts. There are few cars on the street and the city feels tense yet quiet.

 

We have been profiting from quiet days at home to catch up on reading and movies and some gentle socializing. A friendly BBQ found us sitting round a table on a lovely deck, candle light tucked into hurricane lamps and flowing wine. The children lolled on sofas watching Harry Potter while we talked and talked and talked some more.

 

Then yesterday, pool side at some good friends, sipping frozen Margaritas, I discovered the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Happy children dipped in and out of the pool and we talked and talked some more.

 

I have finished Madame Bovary for the second time. With a separation of 15 years between readings I had forgotten the details, vaguely remembering a rocking horse drawn cab, lots of black ruched taffeta, Emma’s luscious hair and her bumbling and ineffectual husband. I will be teaching the trials of Emma when I return to school and hope the students found it as romantic and exacting as I did. I am convinced they will have read nothing like it before and it will surely push their intellectual buttons.

 

There has been a lot of popcorn and movie time, some old favourites revisited and some new. I watched Toy Story 3 for the first time and shyly hid my tears at the end lest my family think me insane. Out of Africa, in a darkened room on a sunny African afternoon was splendid yet tragically sad. Princess lay on the carpet afterwards and asked why we had watched such a sad film. “ The saddest movie I have ever seen”, she declared. Then Stealing Beauty transported me to the divine Tuscan country side and the idyllic nature of beauty both physical and transient. I adored for the second time Liv Tyler’s wide eyed innocence and that house, my dream house. I rued the day I had lost the sound track, although come to think of it, it was on cassette so where would I play it now anyway?

 

The King’s Speech: had to be seen before the predicted Oscar win that he so deserves. What a fine and tender film. 127 Hours, harrowing and unforgettable but a slice of extraordinary film making and acting. Princess was out at a sleep over, obviously this was not a film for her sweet eyes, but Trooper admitted it was far more terrifying and disturbing than Friday the 13th that she had watched with a friend earlier this week.

 

Tomorrow evening I am setting off on a business trip, as Handsome Husband amusingly referrers to it. It is a spot of Professional Development. I am to be the student for once and am being sent on a course in Nairobi. I will be gone 2 nights and when I return I am going camping. Somehow I have been led astray once again. I have been persuaded to set foot in a tent, less than two months after the last time in Tsavo. How is this possible? I have been bribed with a large campfire and plenty of champagne. I am simply a tart, what can I say?

 

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Welcome to the Mish Mash

I don’t know if I have writers block or if I am shy after winning the Bloggie but I don’t seem to be able to sit and write. Maybe I am just so busy with work, my online IB course, reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali…I don’t know. However, I have a resolution and a promise to myself to write at least twice a week and this I must do.

The weather is very strange here at the moment. It is either blisteringly hot and I look like a shiny frizz ball by the end of a day teaching in the sauna I call my class room; or it is lovely and cool and I can enjoy the rare pleasure of wearing sleeves to work.

I saw two American films in a row and that helped somewhat to satiate my desire for all things from the Great Shiny West. The first, Up in The Air with George Clooney is an Oscar nominated film and the first of the nominated films that I want to see before the Oscars. To see a movie here one has three choices.

1) Go to the Cinema.

2) Watch DSTV (the cable television here.)

3) Drive to Kisimenti and buy a Pirated DVD for $2.50

We almost always choose option 3 considering that we don’t have DSTV and the choices at the Cinema often leave much to be desired.

George C was great in this movie and I thoroughly enjoyed the bitter sweet charm of this little film. I think side by side with Avatar, this would be my choice. After all, unlike that movie with the blue people, it does have a good script, interesting and compelling characters and it adheres to my kind of film making; the sort where the craft of a human actor is more important than that of a computer.

The second slice of Americana was doled out at the cinema when we went to see Valentine’s Day. Although this was no master piece, it was the perfect bit of distracting movie fluff for a rainy Kampala Sunday afternoon. I swooned over the sight of LA in February and I had to shake my head with disbelief when I returned to the world of a rain drenched African city once we left the cinema.

In other riveting news I had a hilarious teacher time conveying the importance of the Semi Colon in this week’s grammar class thanks to this guy. I hate grammar and any chance to make it amusing and keep those heads off those desks makes my day. I did briefly wonder if my chosen profession was indeed correct during a recent spelling and vocabulary test when these answers were returned.

Purged: The sound a kitten makes to show how it is feeling.

Idle: Jay Z is my idle.

I didn’t know whether to smile at the ingenious use of imagination or despair at the lack of learning.

Rehearsals are in full swing for the Sound of Music and I hear Princess belting out “Doe a Deer” from the shower most evenings.  Meanwhile Trooper is consumed with the science fair that is rapidly approaching on Friday. (The topic of the project is The Heart.)  Handsome Husband, when he is not pulling strings and miracles out of hats while starting his business, is on the hunt for a cow heart, or two, which will be sliced open after school during the fair.   Did I mention that Trooper is a vegetarian?

And finally when I lay my head upon my pillow at night I dream of pavements and duty free shopping.

Whatever does this mean?

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