Personal Space

Is a great thing. To me, at least. I don’t think I realized how much I missed it until a couple of days ago, when I started house-sitting here in Kasane (well actually in Kazangula, the next little township over). I like waking up in the morning and pottering around in the kitchen making tea, enjoying the coolness of the morning and its quietness. I like not having to check to see if someone’s in the bathroom, or waiting if someone is. I like doing my dishes when I feel like it (which really is not all that delayed!), and not feeling guilty working at my computer in my pajamas ‘till mid-afternoon. Maybe I’ll change my tune in a week or so, but for now I am luxuriating in the peacefulness of being surrounded by only the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, frogs calling at night, and two dogs and a cat padding around me.
It’s Sunday right now, and later afternoon has crept up on me. I did a big grocery shop for myself yesterday, and today took a long break from my slow attempts to make a database in Microsoft Access for survey data to make myself a proper Sunday brunch. An onion and mushroom omelet made from double-yolked eggs from the backyard, with sweet potatoes, toast (fresh honey!), and apple slices—pretty tasty… Now its time to get back to work and then maybe take the dogs out for a walk. We attempted our first “walk” yesterday—me, Ben the old German Shepherd and Sam the new puppy—but it resulted in lots of leash biting, leash tangling, walking in circles, and then a sprint to get past the (potentially croc-inhabited?) river and back to the house before sunset. At least today I know which path to take!