So the manic month of May continues, but it's fun. On Saturday and Sunday I went to see the Man-Child perform in a Nirvana tribute rock show. He sang and played guitar on the opening two numbers and boy, does he have stage presence. I was the archetypal stage/rock mom after the show - basking in his glory walking through the bar behind him as everyone high fived him. Obviously he won't let me hold his hand so that everyone will know he's "my boy" but his guitar was in serious danger of taking out most of the patrons, so I was able to place a protective hand on it to stop it swinging, thus proclaiming my role in the stardom! (I know, I know - but I was a proud mom.)
On May 7th we had the fifth Annual sponsored walk for "my" school in Ghana, and the money is coming in fast. This year I was delighted to have a donor who has pledged to give 50 cents for every dollar we raise. I'm up to almost $5,000 already with only half of the kids having given me their sponsorship money so I'm hoping for a big number when it's all banked. Very exciting, and means that the school inches towards indoor plumbing, running water and those other little necessities we all take for granted.
In preparation for my trip to Ghana (with the Queenager) in July, we went for our shots on Friday afternoon. Given that I'm a hundred and nine, I have to have a lot more shots than the Q. She was done having 3 on Friday, but not me. Oh no. I had a meningitis in one arm and a joint Hep A&B in the other (bloody, bloody painful) after which I became all pathetic and light-headed, had to lie down and drink a sugary cup of juice. Typical. In two weeks I go back for the yellow fever and DTP shots, (I think). We also have to start oral polio boosters this week, and I have to call somewhere in England to try to get hold of the cholera vacinne as they don't have it here. There's a cholera outbreak in greater Accra (where we're headed) and I have the digestive tract of a 99 year old, so better safe than sorry.
This week I'm organising the world's biggest garage/jumble sale at our school. It takes two full days and an army of volunteers to set it up in 3 gymns, then it runs all day Saturday & Sunday. The proceeds go to our school's scholarship fund and we typically raise about $45,000. Fabulous.
It's no wonder I'm always exhausted by the end of May, but this year it doesn't quite end there. The little guy's birthday is a week before the Queenager's high school graduation (a big affair) here, followed quickly by my mother's birthday. Since she'll be here, it'll involve more than a card through the letterbox. Oh, and there's a senior prom in that week too!
Then I jump on a plane for some 'me' time in London (plus CyberMummy) before the Ball & Chain brings the kids over.