As promised, after fixing my car battery, I drove up to my attorney and delivered a (very eclectic) bouquet, a Malagasy wooden decoration, and a note thanking the whole team for helping me get my visa. The wooden decoration was a carving of a guy playing a traditional Malagasy instrument called a valiha, which is a long hollow rod with strings attached…consequently, the way the guy on the carving was holding it, it just looked like he had a huge hard-on. Whoops. So I e-mailed my attorney and said along the lines of “Sorry it looks like the wooden art piece literally has wood. The artist’s rendition of our instrument is hilariously inaccurate.” She took it well 🙂
Now that I have work, a home, and reliable transportation, life is settling into a breathable pace. Last week our soccer rec league took second place (I literally blocked a pass with my butt- it was awesome!). Early in the month, I went to a Halloween party as a pretend bellydancer, and without me soliciting their one dollar bills, people stuffed ones on me. I of course used these ones to buy pizza. Because it would be stupid not to lol
This weekend I had fabulous friends over for dinner. They regaled us with ridiculous stories about their living situation, we shared a traditional Cameroonian meal, and these 20-something grandmas were proud of themselves for staying up past 9pm on a Saturday. Like I said, my friends are fabulous. You’re just jealous that you don’t get as much sleep as them.
This upcoming week will be full with work, especially as we’re preparing for Thanksgiving-related events. It’s weird but I’m just going to say it: Christmas is around the corner. (If you play Christmas music before Thanksgiving, you might as well love the New England Patriots, because I will smile and nod at you, but I’ll quietly try to avoid you for the rest of my life.) At work, we participate in a gift program with a local non-profit. This non-profit seeks out families who may or may not have the financial means to give their children gifts for Christmas. Children’s ages and Christmas gift wishes are typed up, church members pick a child’s request, buy them their gift of choice, wrap it up, and after all the gifts are collected, the non-profit picks up the gifts and delivers them to the kids. The whole process allows for families and kids to remain confidential. Yesterday I saw the table where people were giving out slips of paper with kids’ requests. I commented to a friend and fellow church member that I do not approve of propagating consumerism by buying clutter for a child who will outgrow whatever toy they’d receive. This community organizer looked at me and teased: “You’re such a progressive! Stop it!” 🙂 I get the whole “good cheer” whatever during Christmas, but we don’t need more plastic in landfills or thrift stores ok? Instead of buying kids toys, I’d rather use money to pay towards a small portion of a family’s health insurance if they can’t afford it, or cover their entrance fee to visit a national park, or buy them tickets for the space and nature museum.
On that note, I leave you here, lovely reader. See ya later, dude who has a crush on me and secretly follows this blog. Mmmmm yah I see you lol