Basaa

A favorite expression that I learned in Ghana is "meye basaa." When Twi speakers feel out of sorts for some reason, that's what they say. "Basaa" means "mess." So if you say, "Meye basaa," you're saying "I'm a mess." It conveys your meaning so perfectly.

So today, meye basaa, and this'll be short. I'm tired of this stupid little cold that wakes me up in the middle of the night with a cough and then makes it hard to get back to sleep. I'm tired of the damp, penetrating chill in the air and want to remind The Powers That Be that this is late in the month of May in the Northern Hemisphere, and plus we even have global warming, for crap's sake, so it's supposed to be WARM!!!

I haven't been able to take the boat out for the cold, and the crabs don't like the temperature, either, so that bit of fun goes un-had.

And I'd take some over-the-counter cold remedy if I weren't afraid of possible interactions between OTCs and the blood pressure and anti-inflammatory drugs I have to take.

Poor me. I'm not good company today. If the weather gurus are to be believed, we're headed for a warming trend, so that part of the equation should be improving. I hope so, because we have company coming.

I'll be posting a recipe tomorrow but then it's a tossup if I'll be able to write anything for the rest of the weekend, with the company here that will keep us busy and out of the house quite a bit. I promise to be my chipper self when we meet again.