Today it rained here in Zambia. I’ve almost been here three months and on none of those days was there a drop of rain, nor was there many clouds as well. As the wet season approaches there will be a few more scattered showers but Octobor for the most part will be devoid of water and winds and heavy with unbelievable heat. The climate here is so much different from anything I’ve been around. It’s odd, because in chicago and michigan it could rain any day and the weather jumps here and there and everywhere.

In Zambia the weather is predictable. During the dry season when you say a project will start there is no clause left in for if the weather is willing, the weather will be constant and the project will start.

As for now, the humidity that follows the rain has come and the heat is worse then it was before. During the rain it was actually rather nice, the cooling winds swept across the chit mission to give us for the first time in a while a chill. We spent the afternoon going in and out of the pool (as we had a 7 year old and needed to be responsible to the thunder rule) and didn’t get as much time to ‘play’ as usual. Still, Nate brought out his portable chess board and we played a game. He will be quite good when he gets older and has smart little strategies already, but he watches only one part of the board and it isn’t hard to snag his queen when he gets the offensive in his head.

There is a lot I can learn from him, because I’m not so great myself. I don’t even remember who taught me how to play chess, however, I do know and have known for a long time. I think it’s a question I should probably ask my father, who was probably the man who taught me how to play. It’s odd that I can’t remember him teaching me. I litterally have no idea how I know the rules and such.

The day was rather long, as there wasn’t a lot of work to be done and I got off early on both shifts because of it. That has happened more and more often as some jobs can’t be done anymore because of the heat and other jobs just aren’t there anymore. The first hard day of labor was a single time oppertunity to try and level the pontoon and there aren’t jobs like that available everyday.

On the sports side, I sit and watch my sox struggle through text only. I was hoping this was the year, but if they continue to play the way they are then the season will end without them. Guillen needs to take it a little more seriously, I think, the way he acts with the press gets tiresome. He knows best but despite that his team is losing, hopefully he’ll find some words to get a fire underneathe the rears of his team. As the fire isn’t going anywhere for the indians.

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