Cat On The Roof

The whole blog thing is kinda funny... when you select the font size is has options like normal size and huge. Strange indeed!!
Well I am back in Niamey waiting on Patrick. He has spent the last two weeks in Senegal having his hernia fixed, or as my little sister calls it... His lump. She is so nice sometimes. He will be back today at 7:45 PM; until then I have to find something to occupy my time. Lets see, I have finished the first four Dark Tower books and I am now mired-down in The House Of Leaves; if you ever decide to pick it up you will understand the word choice.
Patrick and I decided that we would go into the business of breeding bunnies while in Niger, but our initial system of keeping the male at our house and the female at Seyni's house with intermittent conjugal visits failed. So, after six months of the male living with the female we have five new baby bunnies. I am look forward to the rabbit stew.The whole endeavor was to help Monsuru generate some money. The next step will be to talk to him about selling his rabbits.
We used to have two cats, but one ran away and now we are only left with The Professor. Last night, when I came home, the Professor was on the roof. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen. She was looking down at me with those "it seemed like a good idea at the time eyes." Initially I thought about climbing the tree which probably allowed The Professor access to the roof, but in the end I thought it would be a back-breaking experience. I just jumped up on the porch railing and waited for The Professor to shimmy-down the side of the house into arms reach. She was very obliging.

Raining Again

I have managed to spend the majority of today trying to get back into this blog. Yes, in less than twenty-four hours I managed to forget my password and username. Maybe this whim-like notion of starting this blog was not the best idea.

This little man is Wesley. He is my nephew and the light of my life. If you are careful and care to look you will notice a slight gap in his teeth. He was not in a bar fight he just lost his first tooth.

A beginning For Everything

At the suggestion of my friend Katie, I have decided to create this blog. I am not sure of the point, but at the moment I will have to see where it takes me. I have been serving in the Peace Corps for a little over a year. I live in the city of Dosso which has a population of 50-70,000 people. At first it might sound a little glamorous but in reality I do not do much. I have spent most of the last year reading books. I read something like three books a week. Yes... I have a lot of spare time. Okay I am not going to write more until I have this blog site business figured out.