another weekend

That was a little over the top about the nuclear weapons and the Shakespeare and the moon landing in the last post.  I think it just shows the extent of my need to feel powerful in a wacky place.  So, no I can't take credit for Othello or Apollo 11, but it sure feels good to try for a few minutes. 

Today, we swam at the Danat pool, had a nice coffee at Bawadi Mall, practiced reading signs in the town in Arabic, and sat outside to eat dinner at home in the majlis with candles. It was a good Friday.

It's only rained once or twice when we had to bring all the cushions in and dry the rug.



Favorite photos from December - look at Dad's face, and Henry's "snake".  And Ollie and Charles on the top of the mountain, Jebel Hafeet.

One of my colleagues at the school, a nice woman from Syria who teaches Arabic to the kindergarteners, has offered to teach me one Arabic phrase per day.  She is using a few of the harder Arabic letters Adib (our teacher) has not taught us yet.  So she says something and I think I am repeating it exactly and she looks pained and says, no no, like this.  And I do it again and it's the same.  Hmm.  worrying.  alot of Arabic seems to be in the throat, but is not the French r.  I have a long way to go.  Ejaza Syeeda (happy holiday).  Ana oohayboo an amshee kul yawm (I like to walk every day).  Arghghghgh!!

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