Long Days A-Comin'

My kind mother called me on my birthday yesterday--the big two-four, wherein one must ask oneself, "Can I continue to wear pigtails and still maintain my dignity?" (the answer is, "absa-wutewee!") I remarked that I had no time to blog anymore. She said, "Do you think KATE (my sister with the baby and the med school and the PhD) has time?"

So, I am recommencing my posts--not entirely in the name of sibling rivalry, of course--but, mostly.

When we last left off, our heroine (me) was grappling with some existential issues and soon going to be on her way to a week of English immersion "spring camp"for Moroccan youths. The existential issues (such as, what am I DOing here, really) never go away, but the amount of grappling has subsided these days. Camp was a rollicking good time. Someone somewhere has pictures, and my reliance on that always keeps me from taking pictures, meaning I never get any pictures of anything. I was at camp and then taking advantage of two vacation days until April 9th, when I returned to my town. Then this weekend I've been puttering around the mountains making social calls to other PCVs and collaborating on planning a training for locals interested in spreading AIDS awareness ("What happened to all those other things you were working on, Annie?" you ask. "Quiet, quiet, quiet!" I say).

Now, ancha allah, I might actually stay put for a couple of weeks. Results should include:
--me being less smelly
--my cat being less stressed (uh I went from two to one, don't ask, okay)
--my blog posts being more fruitful
--something actually happening work-wise in my site
--my Arabic no longer being the meaningless sputtering sound that seems to be coming out of my mouth lately