Here, instead of snow days, there are occasional rain days at school. Today, Friday, May 6, seemed to be one of them--I am not sure, because I did not hang around to see.
According to my phone app, we were supposed to have thunderstorms at 1:00 this afternoon. Otherwise it would be a partly to mostly cloudy day. So, of course, the rain started at 6:00 this morning. It was not a hard rain when I left for breakfast/school, but while I was eating it began to pour. And we had thunder and lightening as well. I finished breakfast in time to get to school before 8:00, but it was still pouring, so I waited for it to slow down, if not stop altogether.
That took until 8:30. It was still raining, but not in sheets. I considered myself very courageous when I set out, because the road conditions are always a gamble on wet days. I navigated the puddles, mud, bumps, and tire tracks (from previous rains) rather well, I thought, and arrived at school in the usual ten minutes.
But no one was there! That is not entirely true. The kindergarten building doors were all shut tightly, so I decided not to venture across the yard to check them. But I saw five or six students. No adults at all. In my typical (American? personal?) fashion, I decided not to wait and came home. At noon, I heard some kids walking down the street. Only one of my neighbor kids (that is the group that lives next door and across the street) goes to our school, so I don't know if our school eventually had class or if it was another one.
The weather kept Peter from coming to Vogan from Lomé, so no Ewe lesson today. I am not too sad about that. I find my individual sessions with Peter a stressful experience and am thinking of suspending them.
I worry a bit about the market. Today is Vogan's market day, and many people come to sell and buy. I am sure that the rain did not stop everybody, but it might have stopped some buyers.
Speaking of buying and selling, there is no flour left in town. I had the last pancake this morning until Dela is able to find some more. That is what I eat most frequently that has flour in it. She also makes meat pies in two different varieties that take flour.
Finishing this up on Saturday morning. The rain continued--until 1:00 p.m.!--so I did not get out at all. Even for a team meeting. We decided to hold it at my house, which was fun.
After everyone left, the power went off. I have a powerful flashlight that I set on the floor when that happens and I noticed that a bug had got in the house. It looked much like a dragonfly as it bounced around the ceiling. Eventually, it hovered closer to the ground and even landed occasionally. On one such landing, I killed it. Within a few seconds, there was another one. And I heard what sounded almost like rain by the front window. When I investigated that noise, I saw nearly 100 of them on the screen. It felt a bit like a scene out of The Birds. I hurriedly grabbed my bug spray and let them have it. It took about five blasts of it to reduce the noise. In hopes of discouraging any further winged visitors, I turned off the flashlight and sat in the dark. Fortunately, the power was restored in just a few minutes and stayed on the rest of the night.
This morning, I was eager to see what impact I had made with the bug spray. I could see five bug corpses stuck to the window, and assumed there would be more outside. There were, as you can see.
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