Greetings from Siavonga, where the weather is mercifully cooling and the kids next door still run around naked. It’s not even just in the morning anymore, actually, they’re naked pretty much all the time now.
It’s been another good week here, even with all the complications and frustrations. I promised you a happier blog this week and I will try to deliver.
The big news from this past week is that I got to make a trip to Lusaka on Thursday to pick up some farming supplies. Munjongo had a few business items to attend to in the big city and our fishing coordinator, Mubita, had to pick up a new ceiling wire to fit on one of our kapenta rigs (it seems like something breaks on one of the rigs every other day, this being one of the aforementioned frustrations), so I got to come along. In order to carry everything we hired a truck driver for the day, which meant I wouldn’t be traveling in the fetal position this time. Imagine my relief.
Since it won’t be raining much at all this upcoming season we figured securing irrigation supplies would be priority number one, so we upgraded on hoses and got a few sprinklers as well. I’ve been fooling around with them for the last few days and have been trying to teach a few of the older children how to work them so that the beds can be watered even if Kebby (the boys’ caretaker and my farming partner) and I are not around. Manga, one of the oldest girls, is very bright and speaks good English, so it’s looking like she will be my point-person with the watering.
We also picked up shovels, garden forks, hoes and more seeds. We started planting on Friday.
Farming is going to be very important for a few reasons. First, we’re planning on selling our vegetables to have some more income for Namumu. More importantly, though, it’s critical that the children learn these skills. We’re in a rural area and many of them could be doing some form of farming after leaving Namumu. We’re trying to teach them the skills they need now so that they’ll be equipped when they leave.
The other businesses are doing fine. We’re looking to hire a new welder to work with Vincent, our young current welder who is good but perhaps still in need of some mentoring from someone with more experience. We’ve interviewed two and should be making a hiring decision this week.
Since I’m usually either working, cooking or cleaning I haven’t had much free time. On nights when I have time I’ve been reading a bit and watching old episodes of LOST on my computer. I hope all you LOST fans back home are enjoying season 5. If you wouldn’t mind giving me a spoiler-free critique of the last few episodes I’d love to hear how it’s going. If you aren’t a LOST fan then all I can say is I’m sorry (for you).
Well, that’s about it for the week. God is good and is still doing wonderful things through his workers at Namumu. Please continue to pray for Namumu and the community.
Since I promised you an uplifting blog I’ll leave you with a true story from the streets of Lusaka:
It had been a long day. We’d been running around the city for hours and hadn’t even had time to stop and eat. The sun was going down and, to top it off, we knew that we still had a three hour drive ahead of us back down to Siavonga. I was dragging. We all were. But then God sent me an angel to give me the encouragement I needed…
As I was walking back to our truck from one of the stores, I saw a younger Zambian fellow point at me, turn to his friends and saw, “Look, it’s Chuck Norris!” I kid you not.
You know, growing out my beard hasn’t always been easy. I’ve faced opposition from friends and family alike. However, moments like this make it all worthwhile. To have been associated with a true American hero like Chuck Norris, all because of my beard, gave me a feeling I can’t quite put into words. What a great ending to the day.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Keep the Comments Coming...
One last thing before I go...I've enjoyed reading all the comments, please keep them coming. Due to time constraints I won't be able to respond to them but I always like to look at them and to be reminded that I'm not writing to myself on this blog.
So thanks for the comments, and on that note thank you all for your support, whether it be financially or through prayer. Until next time...
So thanks for the comments, and on that note thank you all for your support, whether it be financially or through prayer. Until next time...
Cholera
There’s been a recent, serious development that I’ve been debating whether or not to write about, mostly because I know it would make certain people overly worried (you know who you are), but there has been an outbreak of cholera in the community surrounding Namumu. It’s serious enough that they have temporarily closed the Namumu Community School. Two people in the community have already died.
We’ve already had a meeting of Namumu children, staff, and surrounding families, informing all about what cholera actually is and how to prevent its spreading. The response has been quick and we are spreading information, but some people are still, understandably, quite worried.
Please take a moment today to pray for our community and that our children and staff can stay safe now and in the future.
(Sorry to post two real bummer blogs this week…next week I promise to be more positive and uplifting)
We’ve already had a meeting of Namumu children, staff, and surrounding families, informing all about what cholera actually is and how to prevent its spreading. The response has been quick and we are spreading information, but some people are still, understandably, quite worried.
Please take a moment today to pray for our community and that our children and staff can stay safe now and in the future.
(Sorry to post two real bummer blogs this week…next week I promise to be more positive and uplifting)
Story Time
Gather ‘round, boys and girls. I’d like to start this week off with a little story (actually it turned out to be not-so-little but please read anyway as it involves me looking foolish and should be entertaining) that I think illustrates certain frustrations I’ve encountered in the work arena quite well:
Sunday morning was shaping up to be just great. I’d had a long week in and around the Namumu office, running here and there, seeing to the daily details of the Namumu income-generating activities (which shall henceforth be referred to as IGA’s). Even Saturday I spent most of the day working, preparing and planting in the garden beds and going to check on the repairs to our kapenta boat engine. But Sunday…oooh Sunday I was going to get to sleep in. I’d been getting up around 6 each morning to clean my house before heading to the office, but since I wouldn’t have to get out to meet Munjongo to go to worship until around 9:30 (Munjongo said 9 but in African time that means 9:30) I was going to get some quality rest.
My phone rang at 6:14. Yes, I have a phone now, something I avoided getting until recently, probably because I knew that once I got one people would be calling me at 6:14. It was the captain of “Lucy”, one of our kapenta boats (“Namumu” is the other), wanting to tell me that there’s a problem with the engine. At least that’s what I gathered, as our fishermen speak Tonga, the local tribal language, almost exclusively, and while they do know some English we still have communication difficulties.
We have a man who has been supervising the fishing operations, a nice man in what I’m guessing to be his late 30’s, named Mubita. Mubita speaks good English and is my guy I use when I need to communicate with our fishermen. However, as I had recently been informed that Mubita did not have a phone at the time, I had no way of getting in touch with him to find out the specific problem. Plus, he usually meets our boats in the morning at the harbor to collect and sell the night’s kapenta catches (the boats fish all night), but since the boat’s engine had been miraculously fixed the day before I started to think that perhaps the message had not reached him that they had gone out the night before and that he might not even show up. So, I rolled out of bed, got dressed, grabbed some bread and headed out the door to meet our boat at the harbor.
It’s a nice 30 minutes walk to the harbor, partially through the woods on a foot path and partially on a paved road. The morning air was fresh and cool. I was now fully awake with my blood flowing, feeling better about life. Then it started to rain. Awesome, I thought. Just the previous evening I had loaned out my only rain coat to my friend, Patrick Luneta (you may remember his cousin, John Luneta, from a previous blog) for his walk home from my house, so turning back home wouldn’t do much good as I had no other rain gear. I decided to press on (wearing only, ironically enough, an old high school t-shirt that says on the back, “The Rapids will get you wet”).
So there I am, walking briskly along the path, still feeling pretty good despite everything. I came up to a section of the path that goes through a stream. It’s not a big stream, but it was higher and faster than usual with all of the rain we’d been getting. There are a number of rocks sticking out, so I decided to, as I’d seen done by many and as I myself had done before, jump nimbly-bimbly from rock to rock to get to the other side. Three-quarters of the way there I make a not-so-nimbly-bimbly jump onto a rock and it turns over, sending my foot about 5 inches down to the bottom. So I reach the other side with one wet foot, seriously considering sticking the other foot in since having shoes of a mismatched dryness might actually be more annoying than having two wet feet. I decided against it, however, and continued.
Undaunted, I cruised through the path and up the road to the harbor. The hills are very green and quite lovely at this time of year, which I was able to appreciate even given my somewhat miserable state. I made it to the harbor after a brisk 25 minute walk, expecting to find the boat waiting.
After standing, shivering, under a lakeside hut for around an hour, chatting on and off with some young local guys who didn’t speak much English and who I’m pretty sure were laughing at me, the boats arrived. Since they park on the opposite side of the lake from which I was standing, they swung by, picked me up, and took me over.
Where I found Mubita. Who, by the way, does have a phone, and has had one the whole time, about which I had apparently been misinformed.
The engine was indeed broken and in need of repair, so we sold off all the night’s catches (easily done this time of year as most boats’ catches are low and as kapenta are always in high demand) and made plans to repair the engine, the same engine that we had been taking for repairs the entire previous week, all of which could have been told over the phone. Then it started to rain again. Hard. And I got back too late to go to church.
The story does have a happy ending, though, and if reading it made you as sad as it made me living it then you’re going to need to hear one. I came back home and collapsed into a long, peaceful sleep that pretty much took up my entire afternoon. Boo ya.
Before I end this sad, sad post, let me be clear: there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be at this moment. God has me right where he wants me. I love the people around me and I love my job. Sometimes, and almost always because of communication issues, it just gets very very frustrating.
Sunday morning was shaping up to be just great. I’d had a long week in and around the Namumu office, running here and there, seeing to the daily details of the Namumu income-generating activities (which shall henceforth be referred to as IGA’s). Even Saturday I spent most of the day working, preparing and planting in the garden beds and going to check on the repairs to our kapenta boat engine. But Sunday…oooh Sunday I was going to get to sleep in. I’d been getting up around 6 each morning to clean my house before heading to the office, but since I wouldn’t have to get out to meet Munjongo to go to worship until around 9:30 (Munjongo said 9 but in African time that means 9:30) I was going to get some quality rest.
My phone rang at 6:14. Yes, I have a phone now, something I avoided getting until recently, probably because I knew that once I got one people would be calling me at 6:14. It was the captain of “Lucy”, one of our kapenta boats (“Namumu” is the other), wanting to tell me that there’s a problem with the engine. At least that’s what I gathered, as our fishermen speak Tonga, the local tribal language, almost exclusively, and while they do know some English we still have communication difficulties.
We have a man who has been supervising the fishing operations, a nice man in what I’m guessing to be his late 30’s, named Mubita. Mubita speaks good English and is my guy I use when I need to communicate with our fishermen. However, as I had recently been informed that Mubita did not have a phone at the time, I had no way of getting in touch with him to find out the specific problem. Plus, he usually meets our boats in the morning at the harbor to collect and sell the night’s kapenta catches (the boats fish all night), but since the boat’s engine had been miraculously fixed the day before I started to think that perhaps the message had not reached him that they had gone out the night before and that he might not even show up. So, I rolled out of bed, got dressed, grabbed some bread and headed out the door to meet our boat at the harbor.
It’s a nice 30 minutes walk to the harbor, partially through the woods on a foot path and partially on a paved road. The morning air was fresh and cool. I was now fully awake with my blood flowing, feeling better about life. Then it started to rain. Awesome, I thought. Just the previous evening I had loaned out my only rain coat to my friend, Patrick Luneta (you may remember his cousin, John Luneta, from a previous blog) for his walk home from my house, so turning back home wouldn’t do much good as I had no other rain gear. I decided to press on (wearing only, ironically enough, an old high school t-shirt that says on the back, “The Rapids will get you wet”).
So there I am, walking briskly along the path, still feeling pretty good despite everything. I came up to a section of the path that goes through a stream. It’s not a big stream, but it was higher and faster than usual with all of the rain we’d been getting. There are a number of rocks sticking out, so I decided to, as I’d seen done by many and as I myself had done before, jump nimbly-bimbly from rock to rock to get to the other side. Three-quarters of the way there I make a not-so-nimbly-bimbly jump onto a rock and it turns over, sending my foot about 5 inches down to the bottom. So I reach the other side with one wet foot, seriously considering sticking the other foot in since having shoes of a mismatched dryness might actually be more annoying than having two wet feet. I decided against it, however, and continued.
Undaunted, I cruised through the path and up the road to the harbor. The hills are very green and quite lovely at this time of year, which I was able to appreciate even given my somewhat miserable state. I made it to the harbor after a brisk 25 minute walk, expecting to find the boat waiting.
After standing, shivering, under a lakeside hut for around an hour, chatting on and off with some young local guys who didn’t speak much English and who I’m pretty sure were laughing at me, the boats arrived. Since they park on the opposite side of the lake from which I was standing, they swung by, picked me up, and took me over.
Where I found Mubita. Who, by the way, does have a phone, and has had one the whole time, about which I had apparently been misinformed.
The engine was indeed broken and in need of repair, so we sold off all the night’s catches (easily done this time of year as most boats’ catches are low and as kapenta are always in high demand) and made plans to repair the engine, the same engine that we had been taking for repairs the entire previous week, all of which could have been told over the phone. Then it started to rain again. Hard. And I got back too late to go to church.
The story does have a happy ending, though, and if reading it made you as sad as it made me living it then you’re going to need to hear one. I came back home and collapsed into a long, peaceful sleep that pretty much took up my entire afternoon. Boo ya.
Before I end this sad, sad post, let me be clear: there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be at this moment. God has me right where he wants me. I love the people around me and I love my job. Sometimes, and almost always because of communication issues, it just gets very very frustrating.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Weekend Road Trip
I got the chance to mix it up a bit this past weekend, to get out of Siavonga and head into the big city of Lusaka. Even though I had work to do here (updating spreadsheets, preparing garden beds, all while drinking copious amounts of Coca Cola), Munjongo’s daughter, Ndandula, invited me to come up for her 24th birthday party. How could I say no? I decided the work would have to wait.
After about 3 ½ hours of riding in the fetal position in the back of a minibus I arrived in Lusaka around midday. Ndandula and her cousin, Janet, picked me up at the bus depot and took me back to Ndandula’s place just outside of the city, a nice, two-bedroom house, where I spent the afternoon helping Ndandula and her friends cook for the party (and by help them cook for the party I mean I watched them cook for the party and periodically asked if they needed any help all-the-while knowing that they would say no and I would be safe) and rocking out to music on their stereo (it was all girls…we listened to Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” no fewer than five times).
The birthday party was great. I made some new friends, most of whom were about my age. So, we ate and danced and danced and danced. It was actually a lot like the dance parties I’ve been involved in back home, only instead of standing around in a circle with my guy friends seeing who can do the best robot or Michael Jackson impersonation I was in the middle of cute African girls droppin’ it like it’s hot. No complaints from me.
Munjongo arrived in Lusaka the next day and took me to worship at a large church in the city. There was a special ceremony going on, so there were a good number of people there from all over Africa, including my friends, Ted and Sue Wright, the Outreach Foundation’s Regional Liaisons for Southern Africa. We didn’t get to chat long, but it was nice to touch base anyway. After the service and a quick trip to the grocery store I re-entered the fetal position in another minibus and headed back home.
As for life back in Siavonga, I can’t complain. Work is going well. With fishing we’ve installed some good record keeping systems, and despite a few problems here and there the boats are doing well. As for gardening, Kebby and I have been trying to lead a small army of boys to get new beds cleared. We’ll get there. Also, I’ve planted beans, lettuce and peas in my backyard garden, so I’ll keep you updated on the progress (if you’re reading this, Pete Markham, I want you to know that I’ve followed Eliot Coleman’s instructions perfectly, so I’m pretty much guaranteed success…).
Well, I suppose I should be working and not blogging. Catch you later…
After about 3 ½ hours of riding in the fetal position in the back of a minibus I arrived in Lusaka around midday. Ndandula and her cousin, Janet, picked me up at the bus depot and took me back to Ndandula’s place just outside of the city, a nice, two-bedroom house, where I spent the afternoon helping Ndandula and her friends cook for the party (and by help them cook for the party I mean I watched them cook for the party and periodically asked if they needed any help all-the-while knowing that they would say no and I would be safe) and rocking out to music on their stereo (it was all girls…we listened to Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” no fewer than five times).
The birthday party was great. I made some new friends, most of whom were about my age. So, we ate and danced and danced and danced. It was actually a lot like the dance parties I’ve been involved in back home, only instead of standing around in a circle with my guy friends seeing who can do the best robot or Michael Jackson impersonation I was in the middle of cute African girls droppin’ it like it’s hot. No complaints from me.
Munjongo arrived in Lusaka the next day and took me to worship at a large church in the city. There was a special ceremony going on, so there were a good number of people there from all over Africa, including my friends, Ted and Sue Wright, the Outreach Foundation’s Regional Liaisons for Southern Africa. We didn’t get to chat long, but it was nice to touch base anyway. After the service and a quick trip to the grocery store I re-entered the fetal position in another minibus and headed back home.
As for life back in Siavonga, I can’t complain. Work is going well. With fishing we’ve installed some good record keeping systems, and despite a few problems here and there the boats are doing well. As for gardening, Kebby and I have been trying to lead a small army of boys to get new beds cleared. We’ll get there. Also, I’ve planted beans, lettuce and peas in my backyard garden, so I’ll keep you updated on the progress (if you’re reading this, Pete Markham, I want you to know that I’ve followed Eliot Coleman’s instructions perfectly, so I’m pretty much guaranteed success…).
Well, I suppose I should be working and not blogging. Catch you later…
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Bonus Blog
Since I have a few minutes, in addition to the week's update I'd like to include a few interesting notes/observations/facts about my new life...
1) I'm living in an apartment that is one half of a duplex. Both apartments in the duplex are of equal size and are alike in every way. I am the only one living on my side. I haven't gotten an exact count on the number of people in the family living next door to me, but I'm pretty sure it's somewhere around 15. No joke.
2) Every morning I wake up to the sound of birds and cows and the sight of my neighbor's little naked African children running around outside. Every...single...day. It's interesting, though, they only run around naked in the morning. I guess if I had a choice that's the time I would choose to run around naked, too.
3) On Sunday afternoon I watched about five hours of WWE professional wrestling, including two separate five-man every-man-for-himself "No Way Out" steel cage matches. After said matches I had a lengthy discussion with various members of the Namumu staff where we broke down the strategies and tactics of each wrestler. What a day...
1) I'm living in an apartment that is one half of a duplex. Both apartments in the duplex are of equal size and are alike in every way. I am the only one living on my side. I haven't gotten an exact count on the number of people in the family living next door to me, but I'm pretty sure it's somewhere around 15. No joke.
2) Every morning I wake up to the sound of birds and cows and the sight of my neighbor's little naked African children running around outside. Every...single...day. It's interesting, though, they only run around naked in the morning. I guess if I had a choice that's the time I would choose to run around naked, too.
3) On Sunday afternoon I watched about five hours of WWE professional wrestling, including two separate five-man every-man-for-himself "No Way Out" steel cage matches. After said matches I had a lengthy discussion with various members of the Namumu staff where we broke down the strategies and tactics of each wrestler. What a day...
Week Two
Yes, I'm still alive and yes, I'm still sweating like a 4th-quarter Patrick Ewing.
My job as Income Generating Activities Coordinator began on Tuesday, so I've been working in the Namumu front office all week. Things have gone well so far. I've been getting caught up on how the businesses are performing and am trying to organize their records. Exciting, I know. Still, it has to be done. Besides, having an actual job and a purpose in life again has done wonders for my self-esteem.
Kapenta fishing and farming are the first two operations on my hit list. Fishing is going great. Namumu recently made a large staffing change, suspending or terminating the employment of all fishing staff as it had become quite clear that they were stealing on the job, making side deals with the fish caught on the Namumu boats. It was a big change but a necessary one. The new group has done incredibly well in its first month and has even out-performed a number of the boats from other companies. I've been compiling and organizing the fishing records for the past few days to see where to take things next.
Farming is moving in the right direction as well. Kebby, the boys' caretaker and I are working together on this operation. This season's crops of maize and ground nuts is almost finished, and with the rainy season about to coming to an end we are busy preparing beds and planning our crops for next season: tomatoes, beans, peas and rape.
My home is great. I've been cooking almost all of my own meals so far. Funny, I know. I haven't been eating much because Saviour said I got fat. Just kidding. It's been mostly rice, eggs, vegetables, bread and kapenta. And Coca-Cola. Lots of it. It comes in glass bottles here and on warm days tastes a little bit like heaven.
So, that's about it for now. Life is good. I hope all is well back in the US. Until next time...
My job as Income Generating Activities Coordinator began on Tuesday, so I've been working in the Namumu front office all week. Things have gone well so far. I've been getting caught up on how the businesses are performing and am trying to organize their records. Exciting, I know. Still, it has to be done. Besides, having an actual job and a purpose in life again has done wonders for my self-esteem.
Kapenta fishing and farming are the first two operations on my hit list. Fishing is going great. Namumu recently made a large staffing change, suspending or terminating the employment of all fishing staff as it had become quite clear that they were stealing on the job, making side deals with the fish caught on the Namumu boats. It was a big change but a necessary one. The new group has done incredibly well in its first month and has even out-performed a number of the boats from other companies. I've been compiling and organizing the fishing records for the past few days to see where to take things next.
Farming is moving in the right direction as well. Kebby, the boys' caretaker and I are working together on this operation. This season's crops of maize and ground nuts is almost finished, and with the rainy season about to coming to an end we are busy preparing beds and planning our crops for next season: tomatoes, beans, peas and rape.
My home is great. I've been cooking almost all of my own meals so far. Funny, I know. I haven't been eating much because Saviour said I got fat. Just kidding. It's been mostly rice, eggs, vegetables, bread and kapenta. And Coca-Cola. Lots of it. It comes in glass bottles here and on warm days tastes a little bit like heaven.
So, that's about it for now. Life is good. I hope all is well back in the US. Until next time...
Friday, March 6, 2009
Siavonga at last
Greetings, blog-readers, from Siavonga. I’m very happy to send you this, my first message from Zambia.
I’m sitting here in the Namumu sauna/front office sweating like Patrick Ewing and avoiding dive-bombing malaria-parasite-carrying mosquitoes while praying that the power doesn’t cut off again and staring out the window at children playing around the Baobab tree. I’m officially in Africa.
By the grace of God I have arrived alive and well. My 2nd plane touched down in Lusaka around 9:00 pm on Monday evening. I was greeted by Munjongo (the Namumu Executive Director) and his 6th born, his daughter, Ndandula. It was too late to drive back to Siavonga (a three hour trip), so we spent the night in Lusaka with Munjongo and Esther’s 5th born, Mauvita. African hospitality is unbelievable and we were treated quite well.
We spent the next day driving around Lusaka in the Namumu truck running errands. I picked up my Zambian work permit and a few items for my new home in Siavonga (pots, pans, utensils, etc.), all the while playing the "count the white people" game. I made it to about nine. After darting around town and narrowly avoiding umpteen traffic accidents we hit the road and headed for Siavonga.
I was greeted warmly by the Namumu staff and children and was shown my new home. It was good to see everyone again. Except, that is, for Saviour, the girls' caretaker, who's first words to me were "Sam! You got fat!"
My new place is wonderful and probably larger than I need. I'm staying in what used to be the nurse's quarters and have my own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room. I even have a guest bedroom (Come play. Bring hot sauce). I've spent the last few days fixing it up and clearing the back yard to start my garden, since the Namumu bosses have given me until Monday to recuperate and get my affairs in order before getting back to work.
That's about it for update number one. As of right now it looks as though once-a-week updates will be about all that I can manage. I'll try to keep them consistant and at the end of the week so that you'll know when to expect them. Catch you later...
I’m sitting here in the Namumu sauna/front office sweating like Patrick Ewing and avoiding dive-bombing malaria-parasite-carrying mosquitoes while praying that the power doesn’t cut off again and staring out the window at children playing around the Baobab tree. I’m officially in Africa.
By the grace of God I have arrived alive and well. My 2nd plane touched down in Lusaka around 9:00 pm on Monday evening. I was greeted by Munjongo (the Namumu Executive Director) and his 6th born, his daughter, Ndandula. It was too late to drive back to Siavonga (a three hour trip), so we spent the night in Lusaka with Munjongo and Esther’s 5th born, Mauvita. African hospitality is unbelievable and we were treated quite well.
We spent the next day driving around Lusaka in the Namumu truck running errands. I picked up my Zambian work permit and a few items for my new home in Siavonga (pots, pans, utensils, etc.), all the while playing the "count the white people" game. I made it to about nine. After darting around town and narrowly avoiding umpteen traffic accidents we hit the road and headed for Siavonga.
I was greeted warmly by the Namumu staff and children and was shown my new home. It was good to see everyone again. Except, that is, for Saviour, the girls' caretaker, who's first words to me were "Sam! You got fat!"
My new place is wonderful and probably larger than I need. I'm staying in what used to be the nurse's quarters and have my own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room. I even have a guest bedroom (Come play. Bring hot sauce). I've spent the last few days fixing it up and clearing the back yard to start my garden, since the Namumu bosses have given me until Monday to recuperate and get my affairs in order before getting back to work.
That's about it for update number one. As of right now it looks as though once-a-week updates will be about all that I can manage. I'll try to keep them consistant and at the end of the week so that you'll know when to expect them. Catch you later...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Off I Go
It's a rainy Sunday in Richmond and I'm on my way out the door to the airport. To everyone I didn't get a chance to chat with before leaving I hope you stay well and that you will check out this blog every now and again. Well, no time to dilly-dally...hopefully the next time I update will be from the office computer at Namumu.
Let the adventure begin...
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