I’m back from a short bike ride of a Sunday morning, before some
more rain. I wear a ‘shuka’ or wrap in my room, enough to ward
off a mild chill. It is nearing the end of the rainy season I’m told.
I rather like the weather. Sometimes fall or spring-like. My ride was
short but better than last Sunday when I didn’t leave my room at all.
The roads are lethal – there was a dead dog, a motorcycle horizontal
and a car in a tree all on my short trip. I took to back streets with the comforts of Westmount-Outremont. Tranquility costs.
I just finished a blitz of a trilogy written in French. Tremendous but
totally depressing. (Agota Kristof) I shouldn’t do this for I am as
fragile as ever but it was interesting and I understood and my reading
flowed. Kiswahili on the other hand doesn’t. I made popcorn last night and took it down to share with the two watchmen, Bashiri and Shabani. I was hoping for some baby Kiswahili talk but ended with them discussing the universe and the bible, at
least I think this was the case! Nice interlude though, sitting in the
dark eating popcorn…