my Postal address

Due to popular request, my postal address...

Maria Wellman
Private Bag X11340
Suite 566
Nelspruit
South Africa
1200

To my knowledge it costs 94 cents to mail a letter. I don't have the opportunity to check my mail very often (last time followed a 2 month drought) but I get excited nonetheless by the prospect of it. I don't think there are any rules against what you can send though perishable items and weapons of mass destruction I don't recommend. Moz has enough land mines. I do welcome mixed CDs (presently in a Norah Jones mood) but enjoy all varieties (try to refrain from Hanson and Clay Aiken-types). I could really go for some cocoa (bittersweet powdery kind) as I came up shy when trying to make chocolate no-bakes tonight. A former staple of my diet despite its diabetes-inducing qualities. Also like books (minus those from the depressing genre). :)

Far Far Away Land

Feeling very far from home this week. I can get on Skype and not miss a moment with my sister but navigate my way back to the States for my grandmother's funeral takes a full 2 days. And a lot of money. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and death is a not-so-subtle reminder of that.

Ironically, it's September 11th.

the Winds of Africa

Last night was so windy I thought the wolf was going to blow the house down. For once I was quite glad I had glasses to keep the sand from blowing into my eyes. At rugby, a friend's face was streaked with tears from the unpleasant sand-in-the-contacts combo. By the night's end, I had a captive audience for my tornado tales. Apparently, they are uncommon on this side of the ocean. My 8 year-old housemate's son has concluded that driving into a tornado would be like riding a roller coaster, complete with swirls, upside down spirals and stomach-lurching drops. His sister and mum were thinking otherwise.

Excitement abounds!

Multiple reasons to be happy today.... 1) We have water again (after a 3-day hiatus) and 2) I figured out to post pictures!!!