Sunday afternoon. I sat on the step outside the rehearsal room resting my heavy eyelids and listening to the wind in the trees. At 3:15, only four out of sixteen of us had arrived. Don’t fight it, go with the flow Lillis. No one else seems annoyed that everyone is late for practice. I looked up at the sound of gravel crunching – Joanne was walking up to me wearing her usual lovely smile. I smiled back and reached out to shake her hand.
“Hi Lillis! Eh, have you gained weight?”
Uhhh … I am pretty sure this is a trick question …
“Mm, I don’t know, maybe … I haven’t really checked,” I stammered knowing full well that I had gained at least 5-10 pounds in the last six months.
“Oh, well you look nice!”
Corinne came and sat next to me. “You know, I gained 9 kilos on my trip.”
“Really? What happened?” asked Joanne.
“I lost it all. I think, you know … all the walking here from matatu to matatu … and the stress. Anyway, it was nice to feel plump for a while.”
Nice to feel plump … this definitely isn’t Kansas anymore Toto.
At the end of a challenging day in Kinshasa, I thought I would just reread your blog for a heart warming smile but was pleasantly surprised that you had put up something new. It was fun to read.
So you are plump in Africa and I'm plump in Japan. You know what's missing??? Our long lakeside walks!!! Miss you tons 🙂
Ah Lake Ella …
Only difference about being plump in Africa is that plump is good! Corin was genuinely crest-fallen that she had lost the weight.