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Feb. 19th, 2003 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinWe are in the middle of a sand storm. The perfectly hellish ending to the work week from hell. My hair feels like straw, my lips are chapped and cracked, and i can't seem to get my hands clean. That's the fun of a sand storm.
There seems to be much more noticeable movement of the military. We see vehicles and personnel from all the militaries. On the way home from work today i saw three red crescent trucks, the muslim version of the red cross. i saw some trucks, not hmvees, in desert cammie but not a pattern i recognized. Master thought they might have been trucks from the Gulf Security Forces, perhaps Saudi or Dubai.
i really enjoy the drive to the desert for the dog. Dogs are not a popular pet in Kuwait. But Max is a popular dog. He loves to ride with his head out the window. He is chained on my side in the back seat so when we are traveling down the freeway lots of people see him. Many times dads will speed up to catch us and then cruise along beside us so the kids can ooooh and ahhh about Max. Sometimes the kids will roll down the window and bark at him. But Max is an American dog, he doesn't understand Kuwaiti barks.
Today was especially nice because a Bedouin with a Suburban full of wives and kids kept pace with us for about 6 or 7 kilometers. He was full bearded and traditionally dressed. He was laughing and gave us the thumbs up sign. The dozen or so kids were having a blast talking about and pointing at the dog. Max was at his hammiest best, biting at the wind and raggeling his ears. But what touched me most was the fact that all the wives and post puberty girls , all completely covered, waved and nodded their heads toward me when i turned to see what was going on. i could see the smiles in their eyes.
This was most pleasing to me because there have been times when covered women have not behaved politely toward me. Some have even allowed their small children to use obscene gestures towards us. One young boy, couldn't have been more than 6 and probably younger shook his fist at me one day from his car. Another time an even smaller child flipped me the bird. Both times hit me hard. To think that someone that small, who should not even understand the word 'hate' would have been given those kinds of feelings by a parent. Master said i was too thin skinned. He said probably the kids didn't know what they were doing meant. Perhaps He was right about the boy flipping me off, but the one who shook his fist at me had a look of hatred in his eyes. The down-side of being an infidel in a country of islam.
Daughter has an appointment with the seizure specialist on Friday. He is supposed to tell her the results of the EEG. i told her to take notes, i wanted a full report. What worries me is that S.O. has been under the weather and i wonder if he'd even notice if she were having an episode. i worry so about her. And him. She walks out in the slick and snow and i worry that something wil happen to her. She is a brave woman, a fighter, and survivor. And she has me to worry for her. That's what a mother is for i guess.
Dog is cleaning out an ice cream container. If he starts eating the plastic i'm going to have to take it away from him. He will not be happy. Now he IS not happy.
Tomorrow is virtual Saturday. Sleeping in late. Laundry, baking, putzing around. Wishin' for a bit of pain, but i don't see that happening. Drat.
There seems to be much more noticeable movement of the military. We see vehicles and personnel from all the militaries. On the way home from work today i saw three red crescent trucks, the muslim version of the red cross. i saw some trucks, not hmvees, in desert cammie but not a pattern i recognized. Master thought they might have been trucks from the Gulf Security Forces, perhaps Saudi or Dubai.
i really enjoy the drive to the desert for the dog. Dogs are not a popular pet in Kuwait. But Max is a popular dog. He loves to ride with his head out the window. He is chained on my side in the back seat so when we are traveling down the freeway lots of people see him. Many times dads will speed up to catch us and then cruise along beside us so the kids can ooooh and ahhh about Max. Sometimes the kids will roll down the window and bark at him. But Max is an American dog, he doesn't understand Kuwaiti barks.
Today was especially nice because a Bedouin with a Suburban full of wives and kids kept pace with us for about 6 or 7 kilometers. He was full bearded and traditionally dressed. He was laughing and gave us the thumbs up sign. The dozen or so kids were having a blast talking about and pointing at the dog. Max was at his hammiest best, biting at the wind and raggeling his ears. But what touched me most was the fact that all the wives and post puberty girls , all completely covered, waved and nodded their heads toward me when i turned to see what was going on. i could see the smiles in their eyes.
This was most pleasing to me because there have been times when covered women have not behaved politely toward me. Some have even allowed their small children to use obscene gestures towards us. One young boy, couldn't have been more than 6 and probably younger shook his fist at me one day from his car. Another time an even smaller child flipped me the bird. Both times hit me hard. To think that someone that small, who should not even understand the word 'hate' would have been given those kinds of feelings by a parent. Master said i was too thin skinned. He said probably the kids didn't know what they were doing meant. Perhaps He was right about the boy flipping me off, but the one who shook his fist at me had a look of hatred in his eyes. The down-side of being an infidel in a country of islam.
Daughter has an appointment with the seizure specialist on Friday. He is supposed to tell her the results of the EEG. i told her to take notes, i wanted a full report. What worries me is that S.O. has been under the weather and i wonder if he'd even notice if she were having an episode. i worry so about her. And him. She walks out in the slick and snow and i worry that something wil happen to her. She is a brave woman, a fighter, and survivor. And she has me to worry for her. That's what a mother is for i guess.
Dog is cleaning out an ice cream container. If he starts eating the plastic i'm going to have to take it away from him. He will not be happy. Now he IS not happy.
Tomorrow is virtual Saturday. Sleeping in late. Laundry, baking, putzing around. Wishin' for a bit of pain, but i don't see that happening. Drat.
