stress

very stressed lately.

car woes, as previously mentioned.  latest word from the mechanic (as of yesterday) is they can't repair the cylinder head we have, and have to find a new one.  which they haven't been able to do for the past two weeks.  but he promises it'll be ready before next weekend.  let's just SEE how that one works.

political tension.  a few nights ago, a local politician called on Ashantis to "butcher" any Ga or Ewe tribe members who walk into their stores, with machetes, because he claims the new biometric voter registration is excluding the Ashantis.  He was arrested for treason and called out for incitement to genocide.  Riots ensued.  There is still a lot of tension where his supporters gather at the police headquarters, a quarter mile from my work, where he's being held.

bad sleep last night.  the half-finished house across the street received a shipping container yesterday.  more precisely, AT 11:00 P.M.  Eight men were yelling directions (clearly, all of them very necessary) to the truck driver, who had to back this cargo up directly to the front door of the house.  "BRA BRA BRA! [come come come!] STOOOOP!"  This went on for 15 minutes and woke up the neighborhood chickens, who started groaning about it every 4 seconds for the next half hour.  Then at 3 AM, the truck engine started back up - huge engine, big noise, awoken neighbors - and left.

And this is the second time that's happened this month.


wedding planning.  we can't agree.  Fiance and I and my parents have been discussing for six weeks and haven't found any conclusion on a venue for the date we want which is big enough to fit all potential guests and isn't just a big white box and has tasty food (after all, we are both foodies and this is a big thing for us).  and trying to come to terms with the fact that my mother's guest list is at the moment more than half the expected guests.

if we can't find anywhere to do it in CO, I am thinking it might be better to do something lower-key in Germany.  they have mountains and castles in fiance man's part of the country.  not bad.

sometimes I think it's not worth any of this stress and that fiance man and I should hightail it down to the registrar's office in Accra, sign ourselves a Ghanaian marriage certificate and send happy-tidings postcards in lieu of invitations.
but then I think of what I'd be missing out on, and how the wedding industry has in fact permeated a few corners of my brain, and I realize it'd be really hard to do that.

work has calmed down, at least.