Sunday, July 18, 2010

15 days to civilization


15 days to departure! Insane! But what is crazier still is that I will miss this boiling land. Qatar might be the most frustrating place on earth some days, but most, life here as the trailing wife is very sweet indeed. Louise and I will be shooting off to Ohio, leaving Dave alone in the desert. We will miss Papa.

I cannot wait to see friends and family. The main negative (aside from the blistering heat) is feeling so isolated from loved ones, so very far away - stemming no doubt from the extreme cultural differences? Note to fam, I will be rolling around in the grass at the first downpour.

HOT TAMALE!
We hit a historical high in temperatures last Tuesday at 53 degrees C (though many a friend noted 55-57 C in their cars), pushing some constructions sites to close down for the day. Oucheeeeee. We will never say it enough - air conditioning is a marvelous invention.

That night, we attended the Bastille Day celebration at the French embassador's residence, where we (and 500+ other Frouzes) were served champagne and PIG products - saucisson, pâté! Dave died and went to heaven. I stood feeling my foundation melt and sweat trickle down my thighs. Chic.

Louisette la Paquerette:
- Loulou in Lulu Hypermarket (pronounced - like all things Doha - with sing-song Indian accent, cf that of the Indian grocery store manager Apu of the Simpson's) riding in the grocery cart for the first time. Great, great success with the supermarket staff who couldn't keep their paws off of "cute baby boy" (baby with earrings = girl, baby without earrings even wearing pink = boy - I have given up debating the ear-piercing at birth question in public places)


- Episode of "my life as I know it is over": Loulou spends most of her waking hours pulling herself up my her prison bars. She can now stand holding herself with one hand only. And managed to climb up a step three days ago.


4-year wedding celebration:
We celebrated with dinner out at Pompano's, a Mexican restaurant at the Pearl, owned by Placido Domingo. Good guacamole, awful salmon. The best company.