It could be anywhere else. Not wearing much as I sip sun tea under the revolving ceiling fan. I'm watching the grey and white kitten ferociously fight the floor rug and occasionally take swipes at my ankles. I am listening to country music and flipping through a novel. The presenter sounds like Dinah on KOZY out of Denver.
But, I am listening to my ipod because my shortwave only picks up Somali stations around the house. And, I am using my earbuds because the iwave speakers I packed didn't survive the trip. And, this station is the American Forces Network, where the public service annoucements between music sets direct soldiers to information on healthy living and self-enrichment at websites ending in .gov.
Dinah, I'm afraid I'm not able to help you while away a lazy Sunday. It is a full-fledge workday here. The shower broke this morning, running precious water nonstop for several uncontrolled hours before the handyman could make it. And I have come from a 3-hour meeting with the CFPEN director and my AED counterparts. We are in the slow early days of the school year; plans are being made, though not yet implemented. I am prepared for things to get busy as October wears on.
I also had lunch today with an American who has been in Djibouti for nearly 8 years. He teaches English at the University sometimes, and runs a nonprofit for other American folks doing the same. His speech and mannerisms are a combination of his Minnesota past, and his Somali-fluent present.
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