I just spent a busy couple days in Ithaca, NY meeting with some people at Cornell University about my summer work in Zanzibar. I drove out there Thursday afternoon--five hours alone--and drove back Friday afternoon--five more hours, alone, in the rain. To keep awake I listened to books on tape (Harvest for Hope and Race Matters).
Justin held the fort back in New Haven, watching Juma for two straight days. I called home Friday morning to say hello, and Justin put Juma on the phone.
Juma: Hello.
Sarah: Hi, Juma. How are you?
Juma: Good.
Sarah: What are you going to do today with Baba?
Juma: I dunno.
Sarah: There's no school today. What are you going to do?
Juma: impatiently I said hello.
Sarah: I know. I wanted to talk to you about your day.
Juma: bored Mom? I just want to watch TV.
I called back later, not interrupting his precious TV time, and we had a more lively conversation.
This morning we received a Easter package in the mail from G'pa and G'ma Beckham. Thanks! Good thing there wasn't much candy in it, because our apartment complex had a egg hunt this morning. Juma "found seven eggs. Did you know I got a pink egg? It was magic."
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