Lynnś Weblog

Well….attempt 18 at Lebanese presidential elections came and went. Downtown was closed as politicians milled about, just could not muster the requisite amount to accomplish anything. Maybe attempt 19 will be the charm…Again I ask …after living under Bushes for more years then I care to admit I have to ask…is a president really necessary? I mean as long as you dont have Darth Vader as the second in command…Eh…stepping away from politics…

I actually wanted to write this because after taking a small pharmaceutical to quell the constant hum of anxiety and paranoid whisperings I relaxed into a few moments peace and gratefulness. Moving to yet another country (did I say moving? Bolting is more like it…), going thru the whole settling, adjusting, acclimating…whatever, has had its moments of WTF have I done yet again? There have been obstacles from day 1 of this little adventure of mine/ours. We have surmounted quite a few of them, are given a small moment of breathing space (a ray of light) before the next shit storm hits. Silly/funny the little things that bring about the realization I have a lot to be grateful for. Early this morning thanks to Meebo, I got to talk a bit with friends from the Jordanian office I worked at whose name I shall never mention again. I miss Lina and her investigative work and how she never missed a joke and talking movies with Khaled. It was nice to have contact with both of them. I read an email from a dear friend who is all up in arms trying to nurse a pigeon back to health, and I love her madly for letting me live vicariously thru her. I miss having animals around. Then a quiet relaxing afternoon talking about relationships with Alex, later in the day sitting with Rana trying to spelunk thru my dark memory recesses to help her with her chemistry studies and showing her how to pull up web pages that will assist us tomorrow when we actually sit down and try to make sense of her studies. My husband strumming guitar (Alexś generosity in loaning Jibril his sweet sounding guitar while he is off traveling as of tomorrow — still not sure about the gift of the Camel puppet) while we go about kitchen duties (I basically clean and Rana does all the major work). Ranaś husband Steven negotiating visa BS for us, the overall vibe of all the roommates pulling together…Friends and family stateside keeping in touch. Yes, we face a few shit storms on the near horizon but knowing my priorities and what matters to me is that little ray of light. We have a hell of a lot more here then we ever had in Amman. Lunatic landlords are a blight everywhere.

I wish Alex safe travels, send my warm regards to Savannah, and bring back scones!!! Time to go back in the kitchen and help Rana with yet another incredible meal. This moment right now I am ever so slightly medicated, relaxed, happy and grateful. Lets not think about tomorrow and the blathering blood lusting animal I could be.