We went out today (after a month spent indoors, because Ramadan); well, if checking our building and whether it still stands is counted as an outing. The house does indeed still stand, bar few bricks which got blown out from a part of the wall. As we’ve found out by a casual stroll through that brand new neighbourhood, a lot of the houses suffered from similar problem, all on one side, so we’ve simply assumed it has been cause by exceptionally strong wind – which isn’t impossible, considering it is still a deserted place and pretty much no trees mean it’s an open desert. Plenty of space for a strong wind to wreck havoc.
Also, totally lovely weather. Mid of summer is not a time for sandy walks. (Sand emanates heat!) 50°C in shade today. Feels like walking in a full blasting oven. No kidding. It actually tingles like it’s hurting my skin by the sheer warmth. Heat just pouring all over and around you. Not really a weather of my choice, if you ask me. I miss you, Newcastle, and your rainy, gloomy days. It’s almost 11pm in the night and it’s still 42°C out behind the window. Well, then. Happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr to all who celebrate it!
Darn it; it appears that with every pregnancy my heat resistance lowers some. Now I find over 40 way too hot, and that’s only the cooler part of summer in Kuwait… Maryooma is 4 months now, how the time flies. Abbas still refuses to talk at the age of 2 years, however he’s making it up in technical skills, such as perfect way of snatching keys, putting them in the lock, unlocking door, getting into the fridge behind and running away with a cake… not sure if I should celebrate his ability to mimic things he’s seen only once, or be upset over the fact he does it only for mischief.
Just to keep with the blog topic of stuffing photos everywhere, I’ve forgotten to mention a pleasant trip to Kuwait Aquarium on one of these “not-summer-anymore-not-winter-yet” days. For finally Abbas is big enough to actually comprehend all these fish and small animals they’ve got there and enjoy looking at them, and small enough to be sitting in carriage when tired, unlike my bigger lady. She on the other hand grew up enough to understand some of the narration about Kuwait’s old customs from a mini-exposition they had at the entrance to the fishy part. I still (fondly, what a parent I am) remember the time in Newcastle upon Tyne when we visited an aquarium complex for a very first time with her; and she did burst in tears, afraid all those fish would die – by drowning. Anyways, here we go – a test ride of my 77mm prime lens as well as some memories to keep. I guess I am a memories hoarder. And one exercise panorama. (Expandable upon click!)
I’ve got a number of other yet unpublished photographs, but for now, this is more than enough. I reckon.
The end of summer is near, well, at least in Czech and such, not here – here we will enjoy insanely sunny weather for few more months. Even than, it will be sunny. Just not so baking-biscuits-on-a-car hot. Abbas grew up in strength and voice, that’s for sure (alhamdulilah), went through two rounds of vaccinations already, I went through one attempt to make my husband aware of the risks of that, especially the recent link of MMR vaccine to autism; needless to say unsuccessfully.
Almost since the day we came it keeps on raining in Czech – small drops, big drops, dense or here and there, misty or haily, that’s the weather we get. At least Dori’s not sorry that she can’t go out much yet. We started to go out short walks to forest now, but the rain comes sometimes quite surprisingly, even storms.
We usually take a short hike up the hill over the town, there eat a bit of peas from the field, and go back. It’s steep at least, so we can exercise a little bit. Not really much of a summer yet, with all that frowny skies we get 12 – 15 degrees of Celsius top, while in Kuwait is well over 40. Gonna be a shocker coming back, I’m telling ya.