It’s all Relative
I lived in Florida for six years once, in another life. I hated it.
At first, I was enchanted. It was so warm! And the air was humid and soft! And I went into my first Home Depot and fell totally in love. We had our own pool, we had pool toys and a new Florida life style and we were having fun.
Then, September came. And it was still hot and humid. Nothing changed. I waited expectantly for the cool breezes to begin, for the leaves to turn, all the things I was used to happening in September, including getting out my winter clothes – none of that happened.
I remember the first cool breeze. It was October 20th.
At Thanksgiving, we were still using the air conditioning. I had figured out by then that the hot, humid air made me sweat when I did housework, and made exercise much less attractive. Even sedentary activities like needlework seemed steamy and undesirable.
As I put up the Christmas tree, still with the air conditioning on, I was NOT happy. I really wanted some winter.
We did get one cold month, January, where we had two days of possible frost.
When we left Florida, I felt like I’d been let out of jail – I moved to Seattle and relished the coolness, even the rain. We have air conditioning, but in Seattle, we have never had to use it – the house stays cool, and the night breezes freshen everything up. I can have the windows open most of the year.
Now, back in Florida – from Kuwait – I am noticing how soft and warm the climate is once again, even in the torpid heat of summer. Record highs? No problem. I drove during rush hour traffic yesterday, and it was calm, relaxed . . . almost boring. I am probably the worst driver on the road – I have to remind myself to signal, and to take a deep breath – driving here is totally NON-aggressive.
Little Diamond sent me a clipping from the Kuwait Times on the AWARE center having a diwaniyya on driving problems in Kuwait, with the outcome that if laws were enforced, Kuwait would have far less of a problem. Amen.
This morning I awoke to the chirping of a cricket and the cries of pelicans flying over. Big clouds, threatening thunder, crowded out the clear blue of the sky. And just down the street, I am not kidding, is a Lebanese restaurant. Life is sweet.
Burner Phone
As soon as I arrived, I turned on my “burner” phone, which I bought the last time I travelled in the US. This phone is also called a “throw-down” phone; people in illegal trades use them all the time. They cost like $14.95 and you buy minutes for them.
Unlike the expensive phone I have been buying a new chip for almost every time I come to the US, this phone powers right up after almost three months of never being used, has full power, still has the same number, which I discover is good until NOVEMBER, and even though I dropped it into the cat’s fresh water the first day I bought it, it works. It works.
How can something so cheap be so sturdy and so functional? It doesn’t have all the bells and whistles of my more expensive phones, but it does everything I need it to do – I can make and receive calls, I can make my own phone book, I can speed dial . . .
and it makes me laugh to think I have a drug dealer phone. Hee heee heee, too funny.
New Mansions in Mangaf (3)
Last – the Grand Finale:
How many people live in a house like this? Is it divided into apartments? When we were looking for a villa, we were shown many houses like this, houses so BIG for two people and a cat that I was afraid we would rattle around in them like marbles. Some houses had four or five living rooms. More than one had a swimming pool on the main floor as you walked into the house. Most had kitchens outside the house, connected by a walkway, and only a tiny microwave/small fridge/coffee maker kind of kitchen inside the house. I am guessing these houses are similar.
This has to be an apartment, or several branches of the same family will all have separate suites, with some rooms in common. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
New Mansions in Mangaf (2)
Continued!
This house has a fortunate location, not so close to all the others. Watch in the next few photos – the houses are lovely, but only feet from one another along the sides. It means there will be some very dark rooms on the inside, unless they have a center courtyard, and few of these houses do:
Nice proportions, but looks dark inside:
A little bit close:
These are close, but there is no one right across the street looking in your windows:
Many have “For Rent” signs on them!
Lazy Beach Day
These aren’t very sharp – I was shooting from up the beach – but it was one of those perfect summer days, and I loved watching the variety of ways people had of enjoying it.
These guys are looking for shellfish:
I love the red bucket:
And this was the best of all – the big brother showing his younger brothers how to find the shellfish:
Big Diamond’s Orange Tea Slush
Orange Tea Slush 
My sister sent me this recipe, which was a big hit in the expatriate community of Amman, Jordan when we lived there.
Boil together for 10 minutes:
7 cups water
2 cups sugar
Bring 2 cups water to boil, add
4 tea bags – leave for 15 minutes, then remove tea bags and let cool.
1 12 oz an orange juice concentrate
1 12 oz can lemonade concentrate
2 cups brandy, gin, bourbon or vodka
Combine juices, sugar water and tea water. Add liquor. Freeze in gallon container.
7-Up or white soda
To serve: Scoop glass half full of slush mixture, fill with 7 Up or white soda. Garnish with orange, cherry, lemon or pineapple slice, if desired.
My preference is the bourbon. This is perfect for hot summer nights, but we don’t serve this in Kuwait, where alcohol is forbidden.
New Mansions in Mangaf (1)
A whole new neighborhood is going up in Mangaf, where once there was nothing but empty land. The streets are strewn with building materials, and sand, and cluttered with construction, but it won’t be long before this neighborhood is up and running.
I love that the designers put an old fashioned wind tower on the top of this house:
Squint your eyes, and you can see the potential here:
This is one of the smaller new houses going up – and even so, it could probably hold ten people without crowding:
Another nicely sized single family home:
World Class Guacamole
The co-ops and stores in Kuwait are full of beautiful avocados right now. Chose ones that are already a little soft and buy two or three – or more! This dip goes FAST.
Cut the avocados in half, scoop out pulp (save the seed to put in dip until you serve it, I don’t know why but it helps keep the avocados from turning dark) and mash the pulp in a bowl.
Chop two or three cloves of garlic very finely and toss in with pulp.
Chop half an onion, very finely, and toss in.
Chop cilantro, very finely, maybe 3 – 4 Tablespoons, and toss into pulp.
Chop up one tomato, and toss into avocodo mix.
Add fresh squeezed lemon juice from one half lemon.
Add 1/2 teaspoon salt. Stir everything together – Taste – is there enough salt?
Some people put mayonnaise in guacamole. *shudders at the very thought* If your avocados are of the right ripeness, once you add the tomato and the lemon juice, you won’t need any more moisture – the guacamole will be perfect.
Serve with tortilla chips, the corn kind, not the flavored kind. The combination is perfect for a hot Kuwaiti summer’s day.
The serving/mixing stone in the photo is called Molcajete.)
Purgatorian Packing
Back in November, we talked about what we pack in our suitcases.
Flying out of Kuwait, however, hits me in my weakest spot. While I find life often unpredictable, and I have learned to roll with it and even to like it and to miss it when it is TOO predictable, I like predictability when I am flying.
Once again, I have gone online to discover that the reservation I thought I had has become a totally different reservation.
I am guessing the airline thought they were doing a frequent flyer a big favor, but here is what has happened. From an elegantly efficient flight with two comfortable connections, I now have a flight that has four very tight connections.
I have two problems – one is that I suspect my bags will not make it. I am guessing the change happened right about when I looked at the dress I wore to Doha (see Travel Karma Failure) and ended up wearing for four days in a row and thought “that held up pretty well, think I will wear that on my long flight back” and I am guessing it was at that very moment my reservations got changed.
I’m not superstitious, but I am wondering if that is a bad luck dress?
Second, I have an inter-Europe flight, and I am wondering if my carry-on will make it on that flight; I know that shorter flights often restrict what you can take on with you. And in my carry-on, I need to do the Purgatorian thing and have extra clothing for while I am waiting for my bags to arrive, as well as my computer, my camera, and other small things like keys, three cell phones (don’t even ask) that work for me. So inside my carry-on I need to have an even smaller bag that I can grab out if they take my carry-on away, so that I am not carrying a naked computer around.
Arrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh!
The title relates to the very organized habits of my fellow blogger, Purgatory, who just celebrated his three year Blogaversary, and who is coming up on another birthday. His rules for packing have logic and organization, and in a purgatorian kind of situation, you need to be able to think in a Purgatorian kind of way, taking account of all the hellish variations. And I am guessing that if there is a purgatory, (althought the Catholic church said this year that there is not), that it is a lot like an airport, waiting for a departure, thinking of eternity.
Saturday Off Again
I thought it was a done deal. I am still learning how things are done in Kuwait! this is a tiny article in today’s Kuwait Times:
Saturday off decision deferred
KUWAIT: Official sources disclosed that the Cabinet decided to postpone implementing a decision officiating Saturday as the day off instead of Thursday because the final decision needed further studies, reported Al-Qabas.
They said that the previous decision which stipulated Saturday being a day off starting from the beginning of September was postponed due to parliamentary pressure on the Cabinet in dropping the decision.
Several organizations have reorganized their schedules to accomodate the “new” workweek and will be re-scheduling. I bet the schools are going wild. This postponement sounds indefinite – meaning like it’s off again permanently.
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