Whatever I’ve managed to snatch from car or around. I usually have the wrong lens for these things, like my 77mm today (great for portraits!), whilst the wide angles laid happily at home… well, gotta work with what you’ve got! Since ever I’ve lived here, I’ve christened Kuwait to “country of contrast”, at least architectural, largely due to a lack of restrictions and regulations, so finding a lot of diversity among the houses isn’t a problem – on the contrary, sometimes, the streets are just a big mess! (To the European eye, of course.)
As the winter is practically over (it’d be around 30°C in shade by now, if it wasn’t for a sandstorm earlier this week which forced the temperatures way down – heck, it was 3°C the morning after it, cold even for me!), taking a good walk gets a priority for me.
But it has been picking up back to heat ever since, hence a good outing was in order. And so we did! I’ve also “celebrated” a successful third month on Rusty Moore’s program (well, slightly modified for my needs, with Fitness Blender thrown in here and there when I feel like it, just to spice things up), and I feel great. Well, not that great yet, but good enough and better than before for sure. I’ve probably lost a pound or two as well; wouldn’t know, really, as we’ve got no scales at home. But I do tighten my jeans’ belt 2 holes more, and that’s something (we’re talking about roughly 7 cm!). What I do know for sure are three things – I look like a freshly boiled lobster after a workout, and I feel like Niagaras right after that; but I also feel exhilarated and “able” in the longer run. And that’s what really counts, as it helps me battle a lot of stuff along the way. I also sleep a tad bit better – except for teething nights – since, well, an hour of rigorous exercise a day does add to energy loss in the end of the day and I fall in the bed half unconscious at times. Which in turn leads to better feeling in the day due to longer and deeper sleep, more energetic body, yaddi yadda, I think everyone knows that living in a certain way produces certain results. However; that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel totally wrecked after Maryam decides to have a bad, bad night and not let me sleep, and I still refuse to skip my daily dose of treadmill (although usually shorter interval than if I slept well). It wrecks me good. Very good. Those days I tend to fall asleep sitting over dinner. But hey. All in all, it’s better now. Not that it was particularly bad before, that is.
An unusually chilly morning for Kuwait today, even the street cats thought it was way overboard. Hiding from harsh wind (although blissfully salty from the sea), tucked away under concrete blocks trying to warm themselves up in the sun – which was very pitiful this day, just by the way. And that’s not something I say in Middle East.
It was soooo misty today! Had to run out with camera after taking kiddo to school, couldn’t resist this rare kind of weather in our neighbourhood and let it go unsnapped. Photo op, right?
Even after dreadfully bad night (young’un is teething and being true to the feverish suffering of hers – as per usual), the short walk in pure milkiness of the fog was much better than a nap. Although, I might think otherwise later in the day, I admit.
(Yes, I’m talking about you, dear husband! 37! Wow.) Had a lovely walk and a lunch at Marina today, although my husband didn’t seem to enjoy it just on the same level as we did. I reckon it could be the fact he gets there more often than us. Snapped few pics, most of them blurry – imagine trying to stand still to have it sharp, but there’s always someone poking you and pushing you. That was Maryam, most of the time. Moving objects the second half of the attempts. But few are quite all right. First and foremost, I’ve finally managed to catch how scaffolding looks like in Kuwait. I’ve seen a worker slip on one of these and manage not to fall down by catching one of the wooden “pipes” while slipping, so he hung down but didn’t get hurt. Mostly, it looks exactly like this – as a pile of matches randomly tied together; and more often than not they have no wooden palettes to walk on either. Adrenaline much. Injuries probably more. The rest of the photos are more in the happy field, though. The last one depicts rather nicely autumn weather in Kuwait. Heat, and sandstorms. Now we’re at the “almost winter” stage, where it still can get up to 30 degrees during the day, but can go as low as 8 in the night. We blew some serious money on this year’s winter wardrobe for kids there at Marina. Seriously; why does a sweater for 6 months old baby cost the same as mine?! You can’t tell me it is the same amount of material. I am not the 6 months old to believe so.
As my parents’ departure closes upon us with a lightning speed, we’ve sped up a bit of the leisure-y tempo in exploring what Kuwait has to offer to a pair of foreigners a.k.a. tourists. We’ve visited the awesome Beit Al Sadu (I’m saying awesome, because I had the urge to visit that place since ever I’ve got to know about it, and that’s quite long), with traditional Bedouin weaving, exposition, even a weaver (women, by the way!) present and kind enough to Dori to explain to her some basics of the complicated red weavings, including spinning own yarn from sheeps, goats and camels and offering us the possibility to enlist her in appropriate lessons for it. It’d be very good for her as she got zero tolerance and patience and handicrafts are just great for teaching that (in my opinion, at least), but she wouldn’t last long and we don’t have the resources at the moment anyways. Hi, Maryam. But maybe more than the flickery interest of my daughter in the sadu techniques, I would love to give it a try one day. Since I’ve gone through felting, needle and wet, and now crochet and even basic knit (Thanks, mom! Finally I get the two needle crochet-like craft.), weaving, and on top of it traditional Kuwaiti style, would be a great addition to it. One day, without belly. Perhaps. We’ve visited National Museum today as well, with a little dizzying experience for me in the planetarium, but hey, how fantastic it is to watch stuff about universe. My favourites are always black holes. Fascinating stuff, really. No sarcasm intended. Abbas was difficult as always and made my husband miserable till we reached our usual Tuesday lunch at my in laws, where he literally adores the garden space, running around, watching chickens and playing football and handball. Though his cousin made it a little miserable for him today, as he’s a little shy boy and doesn’t like to fight for toys. Yet. He will be taught, soon. I promise. I’ve had camera on my hands and plenty of time, so I’ve snapped away a huge bunch of completely useless pictures (nearly 6GB of them on my memory card, but my excuse is that RAW takes well over 20MB per picture), but some came out nice, so let the photo spam begin. The only downfall of this week is that my parents leave on Friday already, and top that around 1 am, so I won’t be able to even go with them to the airport. Kids sleeping at home alone, (=) fires, knives, electricity, bleeding noses and worse, you know that stuff. Only two days left than; my daughter is going to be direly disappointed and already slacking at school due to her granddad and grandma being here and seeing us after a year, she’s got exams next week. Disaster approaching for sure, I’m telling you. And top to that, we got not so joyful news at the last ultrasound check for Maryam, though not entirely bad either, true. At least she started to finally chubby up a bit, for I was scolded that she’s too small for dates before.