The wind blew that Sept. 11 letter under my stove and a gust of wind this afternoon caused it to reappear, so I am sending it to you late and incomplete, but hopefully still of interest. [most of this letter concerned the women’s association, so it is now in that posting in place of the phone conversation notes.]

I hope to have some work days in Tana when I plan to meet my sister in December to have computer and e-mail access for funding proposal writing. I’ve had around 40 CEG students come by my house to deliver application letters for the 5 spots reserved for V commune youths on our environment training with WCS staff in the forest at the end of October. I’d like to write a Peace Corps Partnership grant proposal to get funding for an environmental education youth trip to Nosy Mangabe some time this summer (or winter, in your hemisphere).

First and foremost I must write a funding proposal to buy plates, bowls, spoons, and cooking pots for that wonderful little women’s association on child nutrition where I spent the day on Tuesday.

A gecko is “laughing� at me from the kitchen wall. Since I had a crazy nightmare where I woke up to the gecko noise I had integrated into my dream, the sound irks me. Larium nightmares are no laughing matter, Mr. Gecko! As long as I can still make bad puns, I must be OK… Off to bed. Love you, Rachel.