Early morning and the mosquitos whined most of the night. Heading back to town for most of the day. After several emails and phone calls, the doctor finally responded with a no on my last call yesterday. No as in: I do not wish to be the family doctor for these people.  Why he couldn’t say so straight off and save people grief and pain, I don’t know.

However. The old woman’s daughter-in-law had a useful suggestion: what about the doctor who acted as first responder, the night of the emergency? Fine thinking, said I. He was efficient, thoughtful, and speaks English. I’ll try to contact him today.

Reams of poetry I’d like to read or copy down right now.  Slow reading through and working on the story also. No time.

Later today, maybe. Then, with friends this evening to a performance by another friend who does traditional and contemporary pieces on ancient musical instruments constructed by yet other friends. The construction starts with choosing the right wood.

Allez. Shower, pack up and leave.