It's 5+ weeks since my fall in Newlands forest and my ankle is well on its way to recovery. Back on the mountain trails in three weeks hopefully.
The Stanford quarter is almost over. Classes finish this week and next week is final exams, farewell dinner and flights back home for the students.
Tim will also go home over the break - to visit his parents, attend a meeting, check in at Stanford and spend a night in familiar Inverness, in that order. So we're almost at the half way mark for this half year.
Days are filled with reading papers for classes, too many hours at the computer, and work of the domestic sort. We do manage to slip in a few memorable moments like eating good food, drinking yummy wines and socialising with fun friends.
And seeing Nan and Daniel and my two Cape Town grandchildren. Not enough of them, but at least they're not too far away. N&D have sold their house and are looking for a replacement in a bigger village, closer to the sea, shops and schools, and also closer to Kommetjie Waldorf school where they both teach.
For the past two weeks, in the Genocide class, we studied Rwanda. Tim and I watched 2 Documentaries and 4 feature films on the Rwandan genocide after which I was a bit of a wreck for a few days. Such brutality is hard to imagine so to see it enacted on screen is shocking. And to watch the denial of the West was pretty appalling.
To take my mind off Rwanda I read The Heart of the Hunter, a thriller by Deon Meyer - his books seem to get better and better and it is such a pleasure to read about events taking place in and around familiar addresses. But I had to wonder about my shift from genocide to crime and murder - is there some deeply embedded need to dwell on the dark side in us humans?
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