October 5, 2010
October 2, 2010
Lately I have been struggling with achieving…anything. I feel pressed for time, all the time. Work has piled up, it got more demanding, challenging but rewarding in the long run. The Eid holidays brought with themselves the beginning of ‘high season ‘at work which in turn means new mountains to climb and less time to climb them. Without nagging or whaling it is hard to explain what I am going through at the moment. I am not one to complain usually, but now I can honestly say that I am down in the dumps. The simple task of working 9 or 10 hour shifts, managing to cook a decent meal at home, keep the house looking like a home, cramming in gym routines and making enough time to see The Family and keeping up with Project 365 and the blog- is damn near impossible these days. Did you notice the absence of any social events on my ‘to do’ list? I did too. Coffee with My Cynthia is a luxury these days, not a casual friendly get together. As a result of my selfless dedication to everyone and everything that needs my attention these days, I have managed to exhaust myself and get THE FLUE that has taken over the entire office, hence for the past two days I have established solid base on the sofa from 7 pm to dozing off time, whilst the husband eats take-away and courts to my whiny flue-inspired needs. I am a horrible sick person, I am worse than a teething 6 months old. I need constant attention, snacks and for all the remote controls in the house to be within arm’s reach of me. My
nurse husband is getting quite fed up with me, hence I may soon be left to my own vices, sniffing through my misery and making my own damn hot tea. My stuffy nose and scratchy throat drive me up the wall and the drowsiness and constant need to sleepsleepsleep is a virtue I find most upsetting when I have dinner to cook, a blog post to write and a closet to rearrange. Don’t get me wrong, I still go to work and have even driven myself to mom’s house and the pharmacy once…but I think I am pushing my luck. I have so many ideas and tasks at hand, and so little time to implement these to life that I am seriously considering cloning, or at least giving up sleep for a few days. While I am at it, I may as well download a few ‘project 365’ pictures for you to enjoy. Footnote here: this project commenced on the 20th of May and I have since take a picture a day to document my life for an entire year. Today I am on day 130 (yes I have thought about giving up the project about 89 times already)…
August 18, 2010
August 15, 2010
Population 2,845,000 27,606,007
Area 309,550 km 447,400 km
Religion Muslim Muslim
Language Arabic, English Uzbek, Russian
August 15, 2010
No seriously. My cat has developed a newly found obsession with the ceiling in my bedroom. He also has these waves of panic when he would just run around the house in frenzy either chasing after something or running away from something (probably the latter). Now, we are talking about a cat that may have as well inspired the Garfield comics, wont-lift-my-butt-up-for-anything-except-breakfast kind of cat. Nevertheless, a few weeks back he actually started climbing to the top of my wardrobe, so high that his ears touch the ceiling when he sits there, and he watches the lamps that hang nearby with caution. Not to mention that he once actually tapped the lamp with his paw, and set it to swing for about half an hour while I stood nearby waiting for it to crash to the floor. When the light is turned on now, the circuit makes a funny noise now, that can’t be good.
He also follows something on the ceiling with his gaze, nervously twitching the whole time. I am trying not to jump to any conclusions here, because…well…it’s a cat. My husband said that he must be seeing a fly or just a shadow there, but I don’t think so.
Owners of cats, have you ever come across such behaviour?
August 12, 2010
August 10, 2010
Four years down the line and I am no longer surprised at the measures that my husband will go to try new things and spice up his nutritional intake. Hence, if there is a “camel burger” on the menu, he will order it immediately while I gag nearby. I will sit there with my club sandwich while he munches through his “delicacy” frequently blurting out random camel facts to annoy me. For example did you know that “The hump in particular is considered a delicacy and eaten on special occasions, including religious festivals.”?
I am a perfectly rational consumer; I always opt for the Caesar Salad, the sushi or the pizza. Alex on the other hand has eaten dog meat (Korean cuisine influences in Tashkent), dog soup, shark meat, horse meat, barbequed liver and other very questionable dishes. Every time he sees a turtle he asks me if I am willing to learn to make turtle soup. And I am not.
Growing up in Uzbekistan, one would it find it the social norm to have a plate full of salami, smoked turkey and horse tongue. Yes, Tongue. Put that on top of a piece of freshly baked bread, sprinkle some salt and you’ve got yourself an awesome afternoon snack. If you don’t throw up that is. Another frequent ingredient in Uzbek cuisine is the “fat from the ass of the sheep”, pardon my language here. When we first moved to Muscat, and were desperately nostalgic about the food back home, Alex set out to make Uzbek barbeque. In his quest for the right beef/lamp/charcoal/spices he realized the key ingredient is missing- fat! I lack terminology here, but there are fat-rump sheep that store a lot of delicious fat in the behinds. Because of the poor knowledge of cooking jargon and the limited knowledge of the English language from the side of supermarket employees- we approached the butchers’ asking for “the fat from the ass of the sheep”. The expressions on their faces were almost as priceless as actually finding what we needed!
August 7, 2010
Although there are no news about the condition of my friend, the absence of news is almost good news. If he was getting worse, or if his future was uncertain- I am hoping those close to him would let us know. I think about him everyday and pray for his recovery before I drift off to sleep. Somewhere miles away, he is lying in his hospital bed, and slowly getting better- I hope. I set up a group on Facebook, so that those in possession of any kind of updates may notify us immediately. So far 40 people are onboard, but the news are coming in remotely and don’t differ greatly.
I am not up for blog posts, I lack motivation and feel very guilty for trying to write something positive or even remotely happy. The bad news from last week shook me up pretty bad.The hubby and I did however go to a camping trip over the weekend, and enjoyed one of the most beautiful bays in Oman, as well as great company. The trip got my mind off the situation a little, although I was quieter and more anti-social than usual. We were with a group of people most of which I have not met before so I sat back and observed, soaking in the sun and the uniqueness of those around me.
I will combine a few days from Project 365 below, I am already on day 80 today but on this blog I only managed to catch up to 56. Shame on me. I am just not up for explaining my love for sushi, or the man below. I am a junkie for both. However they are uncombinable. I cannot explain it. I am worried and scared for my classmate. I am also slightly exhausted. So please enjoy my defeat, bask in my lack of creativity:
Day 57. Alex offroad in Yeti.
Day 56. Me and sushi have a passionate affair.
August 4, 2010
A few moments ago I found out that a dear friend of mine is in desperate need for prayers and goodwill. He has had a car accident, a serious collision in which one person died on the scene. My friend is in intensive care and in a very bad condition. Therefore this post will be solemnly dedicated to him. Darling, please get better. You are young, full of potential and you have your whole life ahead of you. Please show the same level of determination as you always did in life, please hang with all your might and please don’t go anywhere…
I cannot do much, you are in Georgia somewhere, and if I could I would be there, along with the other 100 people who are worrying themselves sick and praying so hard that God has no choice but to hear us. So I am going just going to pray out of belief and partially out of helplessness, I am going to pray very hard for your recovery.
The picture below is for you. I want you to be able to look up and see this beautiful sky within a few days time, a week tops. And I will not even consider any other options. Got it?
August 2, 2010