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Friday, 29 July 2005 |
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A real mom moment. I’d been thinking about Kate all
week while I was in Nairobi as she started her ascent of Mount
Kilimanjaro. Honestly, except for work and a little yoga, it was
about all I could think about. For my flight back to Dar Es
Salaam I asked the check-in attendant if I could get a window seat
facing Kili. I told her I wanted to see my
daughter. She nodded, she’s use to crazy wazungu! So I
searched for the mountain through some pretty challenging cloud cover
and then suddenly there it was, just amazing. And I could see
exactly where Kate should have been ascending. And I sent her a
prayer. When she got home several days later I told her that I
saw her. She said, “I know, Mom. I saw you too.”  Kate at Summit
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Friday, 29 July 2005 |
The porch where I am sitting is newly screened and the open style
living, palm trees, and beach just six or seven hundred meters to our
east is all Floridian (or as I imagine it might be). We are told that
these days of mild nights and morning are a three months aberration in
what is otherwise a secession of continuous and relentless heat. We are
forewarned. Tuff Times Shoe Repair, waiting... |
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Friday, 29 July 2005 |
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Kate is off on a three night camp out as training for a
possible Kilimanjaro attempt. At
19,500 feet, Kilimanjaro is not only the highest mountain on the continent, it
is about 12,000 feet above the point at which most of us begin clamoring for
air. Everyone I know who has
attempted or accomplished the climb speaks of it tones of reverence and respect.
Kilimanjaro is a very serious mountain, rising in solemn isolation from
the heat of the Serengiti plains to its ostentatious and improbably snow crested
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Friday, 29 July 2005 |
Nancy gets out of bed at 5:00 a.m. daily to do yoga to the plaintive
cry of the Mullah in a nearby minerette. She says she finds the exotic
call to prayer peaceful, a welcome addition to her meditative exercise.
I lie in bed and count off my fingers, one through five. Allah Akbar!
The garden leaps to life: two towering Heliconium, or Poetical Honey as
they are better known; the flowering, fragrant, Frangipani; the
Bougainvillea - resplendent in crimson and chartreuse - a particular
favorite of mine. They all spring up full grown like fabled Athena,
sprung from Zeus’ head. (there's this great video…of the garden - unfortunately
there is no video of Athena’s famous leap…though there is said to be a
fair approximation of it in the film Alien 2.) |
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Saturday, 13 August 2005 |
08/12/05 Daily Trials
Masurri, my boatman, showed me a fray in the braided Dacron line. All I
could think was 'it's hard to fray that kind of line', and then 'and
this is the third frayed line I've paid to have replaced in just the
past few weeks'. That's when the thought insidiously planted
itself inside my head...What if this wasn't natural fraying, what if it
was actually man-made instead? What if this was actually an
elaborate hoax, a money-making scheme...See, my paranoia went like this:
 The Boatmen wth Spray
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