For the first time in my life I found that I was praying that there was a ‘porcelain god’ rather than praying to the ‘porcelain god.’ It’s been a rough week and latrines just sucks in a time like this… that’s all I’m going to say about that.

Life in Ghana continues… the seasons are finally changing. And everyone is saying “it will be just like America”… (sure… with plentiful amounts of snow, temperatures below freezing and big mountains that I can ski… sure Ghana is just like America) Rather Ghana is coming upon the ‘hot/dry season’ upon hamatan (so maybe like Western Colorado and Utah in the summer). The winds from the Sahara Desert are starting to blow the sand down south; the lush green jungle area that I once inhabited is now turning brown and dry. The dust from the roads is out of control. And the ‘amazing’ drivers throughout Ghana don’t understand the ‘drive slowly through residential areas when on a dirt road’ rule. Rather its see a village and let’s see how fast one can go… pleasant to breath in.

Time is, I would have to say going by rather fast (as in it’s almost the end of 2010). I have past my 6th month marker of being ‘in country’ and now I’m approaching the 4th month marker of being ‘at site.’ (6 down and still a long way to go…oh boy)

I’m still a topic of great discussion through out my village… “What is Sister Abra doing?” “Where is Sister Abra going?” “How is Sister Abra doing it?” Whatever I happen to be doing… carrying water, washing my clothing, weeding my garden, preparing dinner, bathing (yes people still like to watch me bath even though they can only see from my shoulders up), walking, reading, running or riding my bicycle. I am quite the spectacle (Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the Molly Rumery exhibit… come and watch her live.)

And the living continues!