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5 and 3/4

The weekend was a loss, but yesterday we drew pictures of elf houses and made strawberry smoothies and read Rosie’s Walk, and Stefan discovered that he can read it himself, which is pretty good for a kindergardener I think.Yes, our book shipment arrived on Tuesday’s Air France flight.
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junior officers looking younger every year
Camille has been waiting all her short life to be old enough for “Take Your Child to Work Day.” First, they were “sworn in” by the ambassador. Later they tried on the 40 pound jackets worn by the marines, made a call on the radio, cashed a check, learned how to read an xray and filled in at the consular desk, I guess.
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crafty me

I haven’t made a dress for myself since the lavender dotted-swiss number in high school (can’t you just picture it?) Wrap around dresses were popular then, too. I got this pattern from this Japanese sewing book, I want to make everything in it. -

Dust storm
Something unbelievable is happening! I went home to deliver a bunch of packages for lunch and while driving back, saw some unusual dark clouds forming over the horizon. Within 10 minutes of spotting them, they where upon me and behind them I could see a rolling tidal wave of dust, falling down like a moving wall. It really looked like you could surf down the pipeline as the dust cascaded down the pike. I parked the car and as soon as I got into the chancery building, it hit us like a hurricane. The blowing dust blocked the sun like a heavy fog. The courtyard I crossed to the health clinic blew fierce wind and micro grains, like sandpaper, lightly grazing my exposed arms and face. The palm trees were swaying like upright wet noodles and several unripe mangos fell out of the trees like granades waiting to explode. And now it rains; a down pour which brings with it a cool and pleasant temperature. The heavy storm continues. Now I know what they mean when they say "Harmattan."
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final results coming up
Votes poured in to select the new chef at the embassy, a stack of votes for one guy, a single vote for the other guy. The good news is, Leopold won, hands down. The bad news is, we gave away Jennifer and James cook! He worked for them Monday through Friday. We had him cooking for us on Saturday, I thought for sure he wouldn’t continue with us if he got the job at the embassy, but he insists it’s not too much. But he is too busy to continue during the week next door. After all the Fulbrights have done for us! They did cleverly have Leopold teach their housekeeper how to make a lot of dishes though. So today is Friday, which means Leopold is going to come and sit and discuss with me what to prepare, and then make a shopping list with all the prices, then we figure how much money he needs. This time spent sitting figuring out menus and shopping and prices is a job Peter’s Russian grandmother would have loved.
The kids are requesting onion rings for tomorrow. Here he is with rice, fish in a ginger sauce and salade verte.

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may day camel

Walked out the gate to go next door and take a picture of Norma’s pool for the movie and this was coming down the street.
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Weekend in Niamey
I had a chaotic week at work. My visa needs renewing and my evaluation is due. The school board meeting was on Wednesday night and I’m responsible for writing a report to the ambassador. Amina was getting ready for her nursing conference in Vienna and we had a large herd of patients.
Friday after work, I had to go over to the American International School where I was one of the judges for the science fair. I was astonished to find such elaborate presentations on complex subjects utilizing the scientific method. The students presented their projects and were very enthusiastic and prepared. They talked about what motivated them to start their research. They sited their refrences and resources. They stated their hypothesis and talked about their data collection and possible variables which might alter the results. Their findings were impressive and all deserved an award. The topics I judged were on photosynthesis, lasting flavor of sugarless vs sugared chewing gum, bottle rockets, and comparison of how time is perceived when compared to males and females. The last one won first place.
Later that night, I took the kids to the open house where all the students were displaying their projects to their families and there was an awards ceremony and Italian dinner. Dina stayed home to get some much needed time alone.
Saturday we had some friends over and made a nice BBQ. It was my fist attempt without my cook. The charcoal here is quite small and burns very fast. But it turned out great and the kids played and swam until dusk.

Yesterday, Dina arranged for us to pick up several kids from the orphanage and bring them home for lunch and play. It was a rich experience. One of the girls is deaf but such a joy. Her facial expressions and movements are so graceful. She smiles and points. We signed some with her and she seems to know quite a bit of sign language. The boys wanted to touch everything. One kept puting in a CD and ejecting it, then playing it at different volumes with the remote until I had to ask him to stop. They played muscial instruments and ate Raisin Bran and chocolates after a big pasta lunch. They ate ravenously and asked for more. Taking them back was hard. Part of it is the emotional feelings but also the beauty of these kids. They are so alive; expressive and loving. I was afraid that I would be depressed but I found a feeling of hope. That these children get fed, washed, clothed, sheltered, and most importantly, educated is more than most of the other children their age here in Niger.
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more kids on my street Friday

You met the one little girl the other day, she had a pot on her head. Her name is Amiata.
Way in the background, by the car, right in front of our house, in an orange shirt, watching me taking pictures and waiting to give me cash and the car key for my errand to the drinks store for a case of mineral water, half a case of Biere Niger and half a case of pineapple soda, you can see Le Patron–everyone calls him that and it CRACKS me up, and it cracks him up that they call ME Madame le Doctor, I mean, what a promotion I got–Peter.
Air France tickets on sale. For example, if you want to fly from Seattle to Niger, only $1500 round trip, in September, just in time for the Cure Sale. All US points of departure are on sale, but they are going fast, so look now.
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Les Grèves
Yesterday Jennifer and I visited the French gym, a really nice facility opened and now languishing since the Francophonie games held here in 2005. As we were backing out in our car the guy working at the gym said, “Don’t go out in your car tomorrow, they’ll be looking for cars like that to throw rocks at.”
The teacher-student strikes are in full swing. Zuri said people were walking down the street this morning with sticks. “Don’t do sports this morning,” she told me, which is how she refers to my little jaunts to the stadium. Tires are burning in the streets. Jennifer is trapped up on campus at the University. One side has declared that whatever happens is the other side’s fault for taking so long to come to an agreement.
But it’s calm in the house, the kids are on vacation, so there is no drop-off, pick-up–Camille is writing an animal story on the laptop, Zuri’s braiding doll hair, Stefan is having the gardener blow up a yoga ball. Peter went to work early and has to stay late for a meeting, until after dark when things are calmed down. So we’ll sit behind our walls and hope they get things resolved and wait out the rock throwing. It’s too hot to protest past much past noon anyway.



