It’s been way too long since I’ve posted, and, of course, a lot has happened since August. Work is super busy, and whenever I try to upload photos to this blog it seems to take me forever no matter what I do. In big part it’s because of my shitty wifi. I love where I live, but it has its issues.
Since I’ve last posted, I’ve had a visit from my Al Ain neighbor Haneefa (back in August), and we had fun on a weekend trip discovering Rotterdam.
Cubed houses and interesting street art just to name a few things to find in that city.
And, we’ve gotten plenty of play time right here in Belgium. Mons had its annual Tanks in Town event, which is always a good time.
Plus, we’ve gone to plenty of fun dinners, concerts, fests on base (including Octoberfest!) and God only knows what other local shenanigans. There’s always something going on; I just wish I took the time to post about them while they were happening.
The weather has been literally rainbows and rain, but the temps are still lovely. Today it’s in the 70s (fahrenheit). It makes for a good metaphor for my life as well. Nothing bad has happened, but it’s that time of year when I’m just so slammed with work stuff. It never seems to end, but it’s all good. Kids are learning, and I’m still energized by them.
Although sometimes it’s a little too much zap because I’m also exhausted!
I do so love this time of year though because you can feel the shift in season. The chill is making its way in, and the days are darker longer. I’m also getting ready for a bunch of visitors and festivities. My sister and part of her family arrive Oct 23, then we’re off to Germany for a bit, then Shannan arrives for a good visit, and whallah we’ve got Thanksgiving and Christmas time upon us. Aaron arrives Dec 16, and Kaylene and her crew arrive Dec 23, sooooo I’m all a jingle with holiday planning.
All of which gave me an excuse to visit Champagne country again. Oh, how I love Epernay and Reims as well.
When there’s so much champagne to sip, water comes in warning bottles.
I’m totally in love with my new champagne bucket/table from the ‘widow.’ Veuve Clicquot champagne is famous thanks to a woman who made the best out of her husband’s passing, so, you know, I’m totally a fan (not that I want to off my husband).
AND for all my visitors, I’m all stocked up on most excellent champagne and wine.
Oh and there’s goodies in my fridge and cave (basement storage room) too. Bring on the good cheer!
Badger is hanging in there, but old age is kicking his hind quarters a bit, so we’ve ordered a doggie sling for him to help when he has to use our stairs. That’s right folks, I’m buying handles, so I can carry my dog like a suitcase. I’ll update his blog in a bit too since we want to get as many shots of him loving life while he is. If the doctor keeps giving him morphine, I imagine he’ll hang in for quite a bit longer. That dog totally digs being stoned.
He’s also a lush because he keeps wanting to go to the bar across the street from Park du Poo.
Well, I’m sorry I’ve not shared too many details this time around on our travels or expat life. Like normal life, sometimes we’ve just gotta hunker down and focus on what pays for all that fun.
It’s all good though when the path we’re on is loaded with colors and cobblestone — and cafe sipping. Good God do I love cafe sipping, even in the rain.
Fingers crossed I’ll post again soon. Cheers to all of you!
Raindrops keep blocking the view of my basil plant in kitchen window — now try singing that to raindrops keep falling on my head; twas difficult typing it to that tune. Yep, I’m even off key when I type sing.
It’s a lovely cool, rainy Sunday morning. The perfect day for me to assemble another Ikea puzzle after I sip coffee, read and write a bit. I’m all snuggled up on my comfy, corner yellow chair and embracing the fact that I have the next week off. Normally, I’d book a weeklong adventure, but my big shipment from America is coming tomorrow, the plumber is coming tomorrow, and allegedly the Internet guy. May it all pan out the way I hope it should! I am going to visit my family in Germany later in the week though, and I’m sooooo looking forward to that.
So, I bought a car on Friday. A cute little 2009 VW Golf diesel from a really nice Frenchman who also works on the base. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience in buying a used car. He did everything he was supposed to; I got it insured and did everything I was supposed to, and we met at the admin building to register the car in my name (something the previous owner did not have to stay for, but he did to help me out). I feel great about buying this car. Are you sensing a hiccup? Yep. Two numbers were wrong on the VIN number on my insurance card, “Sorry Madame, you must come back Monday with correct number on card.” Monday is a busy day! My car rental is the equivalent of $600 a month, and I just paid a few thousand for this ‘new’ car, so you can imagine I’m not liking the evaporating euros. That said I wouldn’t be able to drive the car this weekend anyway because it has to sit in the parking lot until my tags arrive 5 to 15 days from when it’s registered. Temporary tags do not exist here. So, what’s an extra weekend? I was never meant to save money anyway. C’est la vie
Before: And Twingo is its Nameoh! Le rental. After: my poor baby waiting for me to rev her.
In September I went to a salon to get my hair done, which turned out to be worse than letting the roots grow out on their own, so my hair has been part witch, part “can you spare a coin?” It’s a good thing I smile a lot because people would have run from me otherwise. Anyway a coworker and new friend suggested I try her place out, which is in some god-knows-where village. I met my friend 7:30 yesterday morning to follow her through the woods, the deathtrap construction, even alongside a canal, to the lil shop on the side of some curvy road. Who in the hell does hair that early on a Saturday? Turns out she needs to begin that early because this little shop gets busy, busy, busy, and for good reason.
Not only is the stylist known for her talent, but also the place is just what stressed out women need on a Saturday morning. Her adorable attendants pamper you, while she works her magic (although Jill, my stylist in Arizona, and Gina, my stylist in Al Ain, if you girls are reading, you’re still my faves). One guy takes my coat and serves me a Starbucks-worthy cappuccino, the other makes two sisters giggle and pretend orgasm (maybe it was real) while he massages their scalps. Speaking of which, those two sisters didn’t speak much English, and I don’t speak much French, but we thoroughly enjoyed our time together — and I dare say they were two sexy mamas when they left the place.
There are two tables. One where we women sit together while our colors are painted on; the other divided by a mirror where the stylist cuts and styles our hair — it’s sort of like a beauty salon whack a mole; she finishes one of us and another pops into a chair. Meanwhile women cackle and tsk, tsk over the stories of their lives. It’s the perfect set up, and my GPS better serve me well because if I can find the place, I’ll go back again. One day I might even know enough French to offer more than one or two word responses.
See, bathroom selfies are not just for online dating! Thank God you can’t see the heap of clothes on the floor.
So, things are moving along, and I’m nestling into my version of normal. Ohhh, I even bumped into a friend and chatted for a bit while lugging my old-lady shopping cart on a cobblestone street to get me some wine and goodies, so I’m turning into a local foreigner.
I’m relaxed and content, and that is exactly how things should be — anywhere in the world — on a weekend morning. May you all be snuggly and well in your corners of the world.