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Christmas ’11 in Kuwait

Nothing special, weather’s acting weird and is actually forcing upon us warmer air than few weeks ago. Not nice, if you ask me, as I really miss any kind of real winter.
But, oh well.


We went to amusement park(s) and Dori had great time riding many attractions, with Merry-Go-Rounds among the favourites and evergreens. We’ve also passed by three pet shops with animals in more than a sorry state, which is real torture for the hormones of pregnant woman and almost made me buy them all out; unfortunately this is not possible so we’ve ended up with a fish looking like a Kuwaiti woman prepared for wedding party (read: lots of make up) and a baby rabbit of uncertain breed which was stuffed in a dress for dolls – which I ripped off the moment we arrived home and the rabbit settled down a little. It was closed in a body size cage in the shop, without water or food, put at the window to be admired (and to suffer).


He’s fine now, I’m just dreading the possible size he can grow up to; and the fact everywhere’s written they should be neutered for their and owner’s well being.
Soon, soon… when I figure out how damn old he or she is.

Raport

Days have been passing by one by one, no winter still, not even autumn eventually here in Kuwait. A little drop in outside temperature, all right, but what is 5 or so degrees, when it’s still over 30 most of the time.
It also starts to get sandy a bit, since the weather’s slowly changing and pressures come and go, so wind picks up all this dry dust and spreads it around.
Funnily enough, same as in Europe, ’tis seems to be the season for influenza’s and colds and running noses, although the outside still screams “Boiling hot, hot, hot!”. After my husband and daughter falling for one of these pesky viruses, I’ve tried to keep myself vitaminized and living on vegetables and fruits and proteins and not breathing the same air as they do, but in the end I’ve got infected as well. Three times boooo for the virus.
Unlike them, however, I am not allowed to take any remedies besides the typical honeylemontea, citruses and rest, so I am cranky and crabby and miserable these days, which everybody can feel and tries to steer clear of me. Good, more rest for me.
I’ve passed some doc’s tests which were important for me and hubby, but waiting for results of some even more important ones, while injecting myself (ok, to be precisely honest, the imagination of me jabbing myself in the thigh makes me wanna feign, so my hubby is injecting me, I can only guess he’s taking it as some kind of revenge for me nagging) on a daily basis with low molecular weight heparin. Yay me. What you wouldn’t do for your future, right?
Except the past weeks being quite typical for a person in the same state of mind and body as I am, we’re fine. (And cranky, remember.) Dori enjoys her school and cries every weekend why are we punishing her by not letting her to go to class (it’s weekend, hun) and Abubu having to take on a side job because of unexpected circumstances sucking us financially dry, we’re just all right, I’d say. I cook a little bit more (which makes me think I have directly taken part in ruining the family budget by forcing my husband to buy these fancy things such as dill, spinach, broccoli, tilapia fish and whatnot, who eats that, right?!), I hate the weather outside to the bits of my mind and wish a snow storm would come and change this flat yellow surface in something more fun, I get motion sick from anything, starting with being driven in a car and ending with playing any 3D games, we get worried about the state of teeth of our kitty, we shop, we visit my husband’s family, generally spoken, we live as any other family, worry as any other family, joy as any other family.
Mundane, boring perhaps, but ours.
Now, let’s get to cook that weird tilapia fish I fished in Rumaithiya market freezer.

Going Fishy

Abdullah took us today to the Kuwaiti aquarium to have some fun, Dori mostly eventually. She loves to watch the fish, though she is scared of anything half a size of her or bigger, hence really refused to go close to a window where sharks were swimming.

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The Kuwaiti aquarium is definitely bigger than the one we used to visit in Newcastle, naturally I guess – more money in this country, and the general love to have big things, buildings, areas.
For Dori it brought mainly one difference – at every fish tank was an interactive touch screen with games for children related to the actual creature in front of the screen, in most cases alive, in some cases stuffed, fossilized or dried up. My favourite from all was fennec fox, which I always like on pictures. In real it’s even much cuter than I thought.

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