Monthly Archives: February 2017
This one’s dedicated to my pets back home. My 15 year old Akita/Samoyed Meiko has always been a runner. She is the sweetest, smartest, most loving and loyal dog, but if you leave the front door or back gate open she will sniff the air, give you the look that says “catch me if you can,” and before you can grab her collar zoom! she’s off.
During her younger days, the pound must’ve had a special Meiko cell. She’s had several overnight stays. One time the kids and I found her playing in the skateboard park. The teens tied a bandanna around her neck, and she was having a blast chasing them up and down the ramps (or are they called bowls?). Another time I found her eating lunch with some construction workers. She’s a beautiful dog (albeit really stinky and shabby now), so I’m amazed no one ever managed to snatch her up to keep. Oh, and if you’re wondering why we were so stupid leaving the door open too many times, she can also open the back sliding glass door with her nose (well she could when she was younger). The back gate has latch issues, and, well, when someone works on something in the backyard inevitably Meiko finds her way out.
The dog is really old. 15 is hard in Akita years. She’s half blind, deaf and crippled. If Joe takes her for a walk she spends the rest of the week recuperating from it. She’s also a little senile and forgets sometimes that she needs to poo, so when she farts she is as amazed as the rest of us when a pellet shoots across the room.
I was a wreak yesterday because Joe messaged me to let me know she got out again. Unfortunately, the painters didn’t think she’d run, oh but she did. Our other dog Badger is a bit of a spaz and while he loves a good walk, he doesn’t like venturing far without one of us with him, so he stayed but freaked out all night long when he had to go to bed without her. It’s going to be so hard on him when she passes. It’s going to be hard on all of us. We’ve known her and loved her all of her life.
My people back home know I didn’t abandon them. They know I needed to do this overseas adventure because it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and the timing and job was right. But, my pets are another story. One of the disadvantages of this life is leaving them behind. Luckily, my dogs (and one pissy cat) are still at their home with the rest of their family, but it bothers me that I can’t be with them. It kills me that I probably won’t be with Meiko during her last moments, and the thought of her being out in the rain (Phoenix had rain this weekend!) with none of us (especially me, the woman who should’ve chipped her! sadly her dog tags are connected to my old phone number, and I didn’t think to change it) broke my heart. All of us who are over here with pets back home, miss our animals dearly. We all go through moments of this is so unfair to Fido, and I’m such an irresponsible pet owner. How dare I do this? And then we remind ourselves, hello? we left people too. But anyway, you get the point. I miss my other babies too and wish I was home with them (except when I’m out gallivanting about the world).
The good news is my daughter found Meiko through a Facebook page that posts lost/found dog pics (see social media isn’t just for fake news and silly status updates!). That dog did not spend the night out in the cold. Instead she was 10 houses down with a very nice lady who thought she was a ‘gem.’ So, my pooch had her probable last escape, and Joe got to meet and thank a good neighbor.
But yeah we expats sure do miss our dogs. Oh, and yes you can bring your animals here. It’s just very expensive, and in my case it would’ve been unfair to the dogs to ship them all the way over here where half the year it’s too hot to walk them outside without socks on.
Oh and I better include a shot of Felony. She’d make me pay if I didn’t include her, and yes I love her too.
I was supposed to go to Dubai this weekend, but my body had something else in store for me. Let’s just say some sort of terrorist act took place in my stomach. I’m on the mend, hydrating away, but damn not a fun way to lose weight.
So, I’m making a dent in my couch while binge watching shows like The Crown. I may have watched too much last night because I dreamt I was a queen mother preparing my son for the throne, which is pretty hilarious — royalty is not what comes to mind when my kin are mentioned (and I am certainly no queen mother). That said I did get excited when I saw the episode where young Queen Elizabeth and her husband safari in Kenya since I’ll be there in just six weeks. Come on Spring Break! I need you.
It’s been chilly here. We had a rain storm a week or two ago and some cold (for us) temps. It snowed in a northern Emirate, which brought on this:
And, I actually wore boots to work all week last week. My toes were totally confused. The resignation window for my place of employment opened up, so I officially resigned, but I forgot to put in my passport number (aargh), so lol I resigned again this weekend. Let’s see if it takes. It feels weird doing this so early, but, hopefully, this means the process will go smoother than I anticipate. We shall see.
Work is busy right now, and I hated taking a sick day yesterday because we’re down to the wire. We’ve got to finish up a lot of stuff before the girls begin their exams in March, and they’re antsy right now. Hell, I’m antsy. That is the beauty of February. We’re all antsy and have a lot to accomplish. It’ll get done; it always does. And then I’ll be squealing over elephants and giraffes, so I can hang in there.
I had to sign up for some after-school training, which I’m not excited about, but the reward for going is three days off when Michelle is in town, so I’ll do it. And, I’ve signed up for an online TEFL cert because I need education hours to renew my teaching license in May (and another language cert doesn’t hurt), so my brain will be the next one to explode and wreak havoc on my otherwise peaceful life. Hopefully, I’ll be able to use some of it in my classes. We shall see. (I’m in the we shall see mode of life again)
As for life in the UAE we have maybe a month or two of good weather left, so we’re happy about that. It’s beautiful and breezy out right now, so I’ll spend part of the day sipping tea on my balcony. I realise it’s cruel for me to type this while American friends and relatives on the north east coast are getting blasted with snow. Trust me, I’ll be blasted with heat in too soon a time.
Financially, my credit card is having a heart attack because I’ve booked Joe and the kids flights for this summer, and Joe is finishing up the final touches on my house before putting it on the market. InshAllah it all gets paid off before I leave in July. InshAllah my house sells for a good price, and I won’t need to worry about balances and whatnot.
And that’s pretty much me right now, unless you want to read about my need to get off this couch and do laundry and clean house (I’m procrastinating, can you tell?).