[T] ides of March

Today I memorialize the death of an ambitious man.

A moment of silence, please.

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OK.

So…I just have a thought or two about the weekend.

This was the first weekend in a long while that I was able to actually get out and about with my hubby.

Many of you might not know that the last several, several weeks of our lives have been spent in sweat and tears over studying for the nefarious GMAT.

Actually, Aaron studied and sweat and I cheered him on. (OK, I sparkled…er…sweat, too. It’s still blazing hot over here).

This came after the first weekend that we’ve been apart since we’ve been married.

Sniff, sniff.

After dating cross-country for two years, you would think this would feel like old times. Yet, I was amazed at how quickly my independence seemed to have vanished! I holed myself up at home, ordered pizza (yes, there is one--count that--one pizza delivery service in Mombasa) and watched a movie in bed.

Ha!

Now, thankfully, that is allllll behind us and we have only cool ocean breezes and sunburns to look forward to…not to mention the arrival of two new interns--one of which just happens to be one of my best friends. (I didn’t pull any strings. Honest.) Oh, and let’s not forget the much-anticipated visit of some very important parental figures in my life.

Anyways, back to the weekend.

We took a little jaunt down to Ukunda and spent the weekend with Louis and his wife, Chriss, and her brother, Dave—who was here with his wife in December, and with whom we often “hung out.”

We ate fabulous home-cooked cuisine, went to the beach, visited Louis’ up-and-slowly-coming house, popped popcorn (actually Dave popped popcorn and I gorged myself on popped popcorn), watched Ghostbusters, went to Church, and sat around talking about how to change the world.

Now despite the age differences (we’re talking 25+ years here), we felt like we were hanging out with long-time friends. Which, in reality (and according to our Kenya time), we were. There was much to talk about and plenty of jokes to go around. I credit the Popes and Dave for being so full of energy...sometimes more energy than I have.  And--as if Mother Nature was subtly reminding me that in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t ever really matter how old you are, you're really as young as you think--I found my first white hair.  Sprouting from my head.

Aside from that unfortunate discovery, the weekend was great. Hope you all had a good one, too.

Happy Monday, everyone.