Arrival

Actually not the real plane, but poetic license and all that.
Heralding the arrival of my mum, who is coming along to my volunteer work trip to Kenya.
She's 86. It will be interesting but she's game, and I'm glad to be able to fulfill one of her dreams to see Africa. It won't be all work--and work is to advise a group that is pioneering livestock leasing for farmers (they essentially rent a cow and pay using proceeds of milking, until they own it about 14 months later). I'm really lucky to get the chance to do this with my wonderful volunteer colleagues, 3 smart women.
Joining us will be my brother (eccentric but good natured). And my kid (emergent teen).
Very unfortunately Mr. Cicada is staying home to nurture a time-sensitive transaction. Though he did get to tour Ghana with the pup while I was volunteer working.