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Chasing the Cup

Man.  I’m exhausted and my big ol’ toe is throbbing thanks to some bad contact with a paver on the way to the pool today.  Seems like a good time to start a new school year.

Yep.  Preseason is over and the one hundred and eighty game season starts tomorrow.  That summer time championship beer cup looms in the distant reaches of the solar system right now as day one hovers just on the other side of the alarm clock’s serenade.  I’m excited though.  Its going to be a good year.  I can taste it.  The kids are nestled in their beds dreaming about times tables and alphabets, Robyn is watching some fantastic BBC show and I’m working on my plans for the week.  At least I was until you interrupted me.  Thanks by the way.  No really, thanks.

Its been a fantastic summer.  I’m thankful that it comes every year.  I think this year even more so I was struck by how freakin lucky I am to have a job like this.  It’s always been cool to have summers off, afternoons and holidays free to spend with the family, but this year I added in the international flavour and it was definitely a level up.  Same benefits, plus international travel, plus international colleagues, plus a good showing by the US in the World Cup including a defeat of Ghana that allowed me to talk trash as soon as I returned, equals pretty fantastic. But I digress.

The kids have adjusted back pretty well.  I won’t say it was super smooth, but it worked.  There were a few days of sleeping til noon and I eventually had to start waking them up to break the vicious jet lag cycle.  Maddox is still questioning our decision to not be in Greensboro, but I think a lot of that has to do with him just kind of hanging out for the last couple of weeks without a real schedule or the engagement of school.  He’s had plenty of folks to play with and he’s made a couple of new friends, but right now America is a place of no school and lots of fun.  I kind of understand how it seems a little better.  He’ll be alright.

First grade starts tomorrow for him and we’ve got our fingers crossed that it gets rolling a little smoother than KG did.  (i’d appreciate your crossed fingers as well)  That was rough last year, but we won’t talk about that right now.  He’s excited I think.   Change is  a little tough for him, but he also loves a challenge.  Word on the streets is he’s also got his best bud in his class.  That always helps a bit.

Josie, on the other hand, is ready to go.  (you can cross some other fingers for her though because we all know that anything with a three year old is a crap shoot) She’s excited to have a new lunch box and be headed to Maddox’s school.  She’s still not convinced, however, that she isn’t moving up into the orange butterfly room of her old school as well.  It could be interesting.  I have no doubt she will love it though.  Orientation passed  her test with flying colors as the room had some baby dolls and she was able to dress up “like a cooker”.  Sold!  The one struggle could be convincing her that she can’t wear a princess costume to school.  We’ll see how that goes.

All in all its been good to be back in Accra.  The roller coaster pot hole roads, the smiling faces, the ten year old, maybe eight year old, girl who brings the giant water bottles out to the car from the shop for me, (i promise i try to carry it, but they always wave me off.  its impressive.  she’s strong). The MTN guy telling me they had the same problem yesterday (as a solution) when I asked about why my messaging wasn’t working and being told items are “finished”.  Oh, and having to try twice to get into the mall parking lot after circling the round-a-bout and taking the wrong fork and ending up almost back at our house.  (Josie got a kick out of that one).  Its all just kind of a comfortable sense of mild, patience teaching frustration that I’ve grown to love.  Weird.  I know.

But there’s this part of it too.

When we arrived, we got picked up from the airport sometime around eleven at night (after our flight had been delayed several times and our luggage took well over an hour to come out and ride the carousel) by Eddie, our driver who no longer even works for us.  He had insisted that he would pick us up texting to check in throughout the summer.  When he saw us, he shouted greetings, hugged me, scooped Maddox up in a big ol’ bear hug as a he laughed and cried out “Chale!!” He helped load and unload the car and even hung around to play with the kids for awhile once everything was done.  Of course, Tina came up to see us as well and give big hugs all the way around even though it was now sometime around midnight. Our friends at the roadside stand by the car park at school ran out to talk to us the first time we passed by and even the guards at school had warm, knowing smiles when we returned.  It just feels good.

But I think I mentioned being tired in here somewhere, and I do have to do some of that fancy teaching tomorrow.  So, I’ll keep you posted how the regular season goes and all the extra cup matches and friendlies played along the way as well.  Its going to be a good season.  We’ve finally got the whole team in one place.  But  right now I’m turning in.

One love.

This entry was published on August 10, 2014 at 9:50 pm. It’s filed under family and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “Chasing the Cup

  1. Paras Jamil on said:

    Hi. I’m moving to Accra next month, could do with some tips and advice on expat life there.

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