Fall break starts in 62 minutes. I really shouldn’t be blogging, but instead sipping my last quiet coffee or at least folding some laundry. But I figured that out of solidarity with other PFBs (Parents Facing a Break) these next two weeks, I should share some valuable info I learned courtesy of a recent birthday party. #hbdIris
“Just think how much money we’re saving by not using the hot water heater for showers!”
“I’ve embraced a makeup-free lifestyle.”
“Pumpking spice latte? No, thank you. I’d rather suck on these ice cubes.”
“My hair looks so interesting in 94% humidity.” Continue reading “I’m not saying it’s hot…”
“Oh, it gets that hot here too.”
Yes, it probably does. Dakar’s highs are generally only in the upper 90s. But factor in the humidity and you’re looking at a RealFeel of well over 100 degrees every day. For three months or more. And very, very few places with AC. But plenty of places with power and water cuts.
But yes, it probably does get to the upper 90s where you live too.
As a current member and former executive committee member of the Dakar Women’s Group, aka ‘the DWG’, I have some insights that I would like to share. These are my thoughts and may or may not be shared by the Dakar Women’s Group, but I’m in a privileged place to be able to speak based on experience, understanding and also frustration.
1. You may watch either one hour of TV a day… or two hours if the show/movie is in French. Eh oui !
2. Spending money can be earned. See the list of jobs and pay rates posted on the fridge. (Follow-up rule: You may buy as many lollipops from the buutik as you want with your money, but may eat only one a day.)
3. I will take you to Summer Camp in the morning and somewhere to play with other kids a couple afternoons a week. When you are at home, create your own fun. Continue reading “My summer rules for the kiddos “
This morning as I finished running and came back into our neighborhood, I saw one of the homeless men digging in a large barrel trash can.
He waved. I waved. I recognized him as the mute man we used to see walking in the morning.
He went back to picking through garbage for a split second, then looked up at my sweat-drenched self again. His face lit up and he reached into the canvas shopping bag on his shoulder and pulled out a glass bottle half-filled with water and motioned for me to drink if I wanted to.
I raised my hands and clasped them in front of my face, sending back a wordless Senegalese greeting and thanks.
We all have something to give, something to share.
1. You shall have no other name but the Senegalese one given to you. (Don’t have on yet? Just ask. But be prepared for it to stick!)
2. You shall not make or do anything with your left hand. Continue reading “10 commandments for life in Senegal”