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Last night I dreamt about two of my grandfathers; it was a sweet dream. It was sunny out, the golden kind of sunny where everything glows. They were both hale, healthy and strong and they were carrying heavy things for me. They were joking and laughing and when I ran over to them they both smiled at me. I kissed them each on their cheeks and told them that I loved them and then I ran on.


I don’t remember where I was running to or what else was in the dream, but I have the feeling that I will carry this memory forever, cherishing the moment, real though it may not be, because of the perfection of it and the realness of the love, given and taken, between them and myself.


They are both still alive, thank God, although not quite as robust as they were in my dream, and I look forward to the next time I get to kiss them and tell them how very much I love them. I may even remember the dream when I do so.


Dream Home

Does anyone else look up house listings in their area, pick a house they love, and then spend hours dreaming of how to decorate it, and what things they would cook in the mind-blowing kitchen (because it must have a mind-blowing kitchen)?


InshAllah one day my dream home will come true.

spontaneous and probably not thought out randoms

1.) Thank God for being an American citizen. I am not banging on anyone else’s country either, I’m sure its great to be a British citizen or an Australian citizen or a French citizen or [insert your country here] citizen. I am just so thankful for being an American. I love checking the little “I am an American citizen” boxes on the applications. It gives me a thrill. Also it makes everything SUPER easy. Alhumdulillah.

2.) I love being able to use words like alhumdulillah and inshAllah with my mom. I love it even more that SHE sometimes uses them too. My mom ROCKS. She’s the best mom ever. Alhumdulillah.

3.) I love Alexandria. Me and the Mister spent yesterday on the coast and it was A-mazing. I want to move there for REAL. If I’m here this summer I just might. I spent the afternoon studying for my GRE in the Alexandria Library. So here’s how it breaks down:
-bought my Kaplan from a Fulbright Scholar
-studied in one of the most historical and oldest established libraries in the world.

The omens are good right? …right?! Alhumdulillah. I’ll probably.. maybe… well we’re hoping I will… blog about the Alex trip a little more cuz it was a really cool overnight getaway.

Uhm… yeah… not thought out. Did I have a number four?


ok.. I’ll post that one IF I remember it and IF I actually had a number four.

I need to do my taxes now.


edit: I sound cracked out. I’m not. My apologies.

Also, I hate that gmail doesn’t have folders. If you can hear me google, please make folders! it would be so much easier for searching that way.


I am, currently, enjoying not working. We’ll see how long that lasts.

My last day was so sweet, they had a small party for me, bought a very yummy icecream cake and what I can only assume was an expensive silver and turqouise necklace. Yikes! The cake was obvious but I was not expecting such an expensive parting gift. I will miss my coworkers but I’ll still be in touch with some of them. I will also miss being in the office and playing on the nice computer, and being generally useful- to a certain extent. I still have my key, they wanted me to keep it so I could come any time, and I’m on call for them if they need me. Its not a total break but I’m certainly not working anymore.

Zuzu is doing fabulously. She’s almost back to herself… almost. She seems pretty much completely healthy again but she is still not playing like she used to and she’s not chirping with me or talking to me like she used to. I hope these are things that return with time because I really miss her chirping with me.

The untold story is that after my last post on the subject Zuzu got sicker again. She spent a whole day doing the seizure-like movements before I finally decided to take her to a DIFFERENT vet as Vet #1 obviously was not giving her what she needed. I won’t refer to them by name because I know that both of them google themselves and I am not going to say nice things about either of them. Vet #1 is the vet I named in all of the other posts and while I think he is competent he obviously couldn’t cure Zuzu and I don’t know why. I don’t think I will ever bring a sick pet to him again, unfortunately, not now that I don’t trust his ability. Vet #2 did like a miracle cure on my kitten but I didn’t really like her as a person.

I brought Zuzu to her on a Friday (someone who works on a Friday!) and she was very concerned; she told me that the seizure-like movements were not neural seizures but something brought on by the fever and by low liver function caused by the infection. She gave Zuzu two injections; a weaker antibiotic because she thought the fever was from antibiotics changing too much and a neuron vitamin and steroid injection. She then did like a miracle clean on Zuzu’s opened incision- which was still gaping and refused to scab over. By the next day it had healed 60%, it was amazing. When we got Zuzu home that first friday she wander over to her food dish and dove head-first. She had gotten so skinny over the course of her illness that from arial-view she was shaped like a turkey drumstick with legs and a tail. Over the week she gained pretty much a full kilo and was sucking down the cat food like a black hole. She is now, alhumdulillah, cat shaped again.

I had to take Zuzu to her five days in a row which kind of sucked, but it was worth it, my coworkers got to know her well since I had to bring her to work with me for three of those days. We had to go out and get a big heavy rock to put on that drain as she kept pulling everything else we put on there off and drinking from it. She has to have been drinking from that drain for a long time; I had always assumed she didn’t drink much water because I rarely had to fill her water bowl but once we blocked that drain I’ve had to fill it everyday. It makes me nauseous to think about her drinking that. Weird cat.  But now the rock is heavier than she is so its staying shut.

Vet #2 really did help Zuzu and I’m thankful, but she is new to having her own practice, and young, and she hasn’t really gotten the concept of not saying things that will piss the client off yet. And its not just a cultural thing even Mr. MM, on the first day we brought Zuzu, said to me ‘she’s a little weird isn’t she?’ But she has a lot of baraka (blessing from God) in what she does and she healed my poor kitty and for that I’m indebted to her. If you want to know her name, email me and I will tell you. (Email can be found on my ‘about’ page.)

Moving on, I did not find a dictionary yesterday… so sad. I still really need one. *pout*

Here is the link to the Veridical Paradox post I said I would write.

And I think I will write about helping DU’s daughter with English another time. Its mostly a rant on how craptastic the schools are in Egypt- even expensive ones.

Signing off for now because my eyes are becoming blurry from all of these words. And cuz I have to go cook.

Its getting hot here agin *sob*


So sorrrrrry

Sorry I haven’t been updating. This morning I woke up from a dream where I was screaming the definition of the word ‘inchoate’ at a faceless examiner (at least I knew the definition). Thats when you know its bad. The highlight of my day today will be buying a dictionary. Thats when you know its bad. I have an irrational fear that I will not be able to find a dictionary. Thats when you really know its bad.

Anyways, being surrounded by words and word vomit means that sitting down and dribbling out some more words is low on my list of priorities. Its somewhere below curling up into the fetal position and slobbering.

Things I will blog about (probably later today unless I die of heat stroke walking to the bookstore, grocery store, and souq- its getting hot here again):

-Zuzu and how fabulous she is now (alhumdulillah) and what it took to get her there- the untold story. Yes… there was more than what I already bored you to death told you about.

-Some of the absolutely horrendous words they make you learn for the verbal section on the GRE. Oh wait.. maybe I should blog on Veridical Paradox about that one. Will leave link.

-My last day at work (yes I am now officially funemployed- as my friend Forsooth likes to call it… or at least did until she went broke.)

-How I help DU’s youngest daughter with her English because the ease of it helps soothe the wounds left by the GRE’s vocab list.

-Uhm… well anything else random that pops into my mind while I am word vomiting writing said future post.

Now.. I’m off to walk all over christendom (oh wait, that word actually doesn’t apply here) to find a dictionary (suck it merriam-webster.com,) Doha Jasmine rice (its the ish,) and fresh produce.

Into The Final Stretch

Just got back from the vet with Zuzu and she is doing so much better; the incision looks great. I think the stress of me bringing her to work and then to the vet made her metabolize the last little bits of post-surgery lethargy and anesthesia so now she is up and walking around. She even drank a little bit when she got home and ate a few treats and a bite of tuna.

But I swear to God I have two bowls of normal, clean water in the house that I kept tempting her with and yet she went straight to the bathroom where a tub of water soaking some dirty clothes is and drank from that, and then she went to an open drain in the slave bathroom and started drinking water from there. WTF?

I’m just glad to see her walking and being interested in stuff again. She was even purring when I was petting her which is a huge step forward.


I noticed something today: carrying an animal around in a carrier is equivalent to holding a huge neon sign that spells out “FOREIGNER” above my head. The looks I got from Egyptians were absolutely mystified. From Egyptians. After all the SUPER WEIRD SHIZ I see here EVERYDAY that they don’t even look twice at, they are puzzled by someone carrying a cat in a cat carrier.


Also I had an old Iraqi guy, a friend of the vet apparently, at the clinic ask me, “why are you fat?”

Dude… uncalled for.

Sensitivity training… Egypt needs it. I’m off to the bank now to be run around and vaguely insulted. Wish me luck.


I just had a German man come into the office and speak to me in Arabic.


Sure it was basic Arabic but talk about random. I think he is from our partner software company in Germany.

I’m not used to foreigners speaking to me in Arabic, most foreigners here have an automatic foreigner radar (foreig-dar?) that goes off whenever you see another of your ilk. For me I always punctuate this with a slap to Mr. MM’s arm while squealing, “look honey! foreigners!”

Ok, sure they’re usually pasty-white, wearing sundresses in December, and carrying around umbrellas for the sun, and I’m a lot less… uhm… noticeable in my “native dress.”

But really, I’ve picked out foreigners wearing niqaab so, foreig-dar is real.

Also he shook my hand and went around shaking the hands of my three other female co-workers. Normal for Westerners, not normal for Egypt.

Totally random.

And I still hate this country.

I am in real danger of becoming a hermit and recluse until I board the plane to go home.