In the Labyrinth

Remembrance of Things Past.

Proust may have had bouts of nostalgia remembering the taste of madeleines, but I woke today feeling nostalgic for my life in Africa, especially Tanzania. Out of the blue, and many years since I last heard it, I started singing the National Anthem of Tanzania. "Mungu Ibaraki Afrika"... There is much I miss about those years, so I was delighted to find this photo of me taken on a trip to Zanzibar, off the coast of Tanzania, in the mid-1960s.  Zanzibar, in those years, produced almost all of the world's cloves. The entire island carried the pungent smell of cloves from the fields. And I loved that carved door, so huge and me so small. 

 

The Once a Year Anguish of Taxes

Taxes bloody taxes...is there anything more aggravating than all those little bits and pieces of paper with sums on them having to be organized and counted and set in a list and pray that you won't be over paying or worse underpaying! I think we are done, I pray we are done, wrapping everything up....I have put everything into folders and into the file cabinet.