Today, our friend, SwissA, left.
Saying goodbye is a way of life here . . . but it doesn't really get easier.
To ease our grief with the departure of yet another who shares our experiences in this crazy corner of the world, Cool-J and I ate chocolate.
I never thought anything could trump PeanutButter M&Ms . . . until I was given some DarkChocolate and Raspberry DovePromises. OH MY GOODNESS!! Stop what you're doing, right now and go out and hunt some down . . . oh wait, you're reading my blog post . . . never mind . . . FINISH READING, then go and buy some. You will never be the same.
So Cool-J and I sat, sipping coffee and savoring DovePromises.
'Enjoy the childhood joys of winter,' Cool-J read aloud.
'WHAT?!?!' she cried out. 'WINTER?!?! I HATE YOU DOVE!'
Just as she was starting to feel better about our friend leaving, the failed-greeting-card-writers at the DoveChocolate headquarters dashed her down to the pit of despair.
'I think they meant cold season' I offered, trying to console her. I grabbed a sharpie and crossed out 'winter' and wrote in 'cold season.'
Enjoy the childhood joys ofOOOH! That was fun! So we kept going:
winter. cold season.
Satisfy your sense of surprise . . . when there's a mouse in the house or a roach in your shoe.
snowdust flakes onin your tonguelungs.
Feel free to be yourself . . . as long as your legs and head are covered.
Sleep in late tomorrow . . . but don't expect a shower because Ousman will be watering the plants.
Satisfy your sense of surprise . . . all night, on the toilet, after an evening of spicy Nigerien food and unfiltered water. (story here)
Chocolate won't let you down . . . it clings to your hips (until Hot Season at least).
The fastest way to my heart is chocolate . . . or diet coke, or care packages, or ice cream, or anything that says 'just add water and stir.'
Indulge your sense of enjoyment . . . with milk powder, onions, and nescafé.
Sleep late tomorrow . . . unless you're on call; or the birds dance on your roof; or it's just way too hot, even to sleep.