Ok, so we are malaria free. It turns out I was grossly misinformed (by my late night malaria hysteria searching) and seriously skilled at getting the entire family to buy into my malevolent anxiety. You can in fact have a simple blood test that will indicate whether or not you have malaria. We called the doctor in. He took our blood. We organized a doubles tennis game for later in the month. (He is also a pro). And two days later the results came in negative. Great news. Onward we go …
My Dad came. His day drinking and chain cigar smoking with Sean left me speechless. He got Oscar surfing, taught Leo magic tricks and played gin rummy, backgammon and chess with Coco almost every day. I miss our quiet morning coffees and everything else. Mr. Goody Two Shoes Son In Law sends him pictures every day leaving me stranded in the space of Deficient Daughter. In an effort to begin down the path of redemption:
We went to the Cederberg Mountains with Grandpa Chuck. Here we found rock paintings by the Koi and San People — the first in Southern Africa.
We went to Victoria Falls with Michael and Amandah Hoogbruin. It was truly an awesome spectacle.
To Africa And Beyond 