Got a few minutes b4 the young man comes to go look at a house, I guessthe biggest is living on arab time lol. Anyone who has ever lived in an arab country knows that time is of no importance here. Everything is based on a certain prayer time or day of week and the hardest is what is referred to as God's willing time. You can spend an hour saying goodbye or a quick hello. You can never say no to a cup of coffee, thats followed by snacks and depending on timing a meal being set before you of which regardless of how much you want to eat you will be given the lions share and followed by fruit and another round of drinks. Well thats my morning at least. My sil came and asked if I could take her to her parents house and stop by the market and bring back a few things for my inlaws. My bil new wife was downstairs and I had yet to meet her and she was with another woman ive met b4 but know both are somehow related to my hubby. Most everyone sround us is. So of course it was lunchtime and while we were waiting we talked about us living here. They were rolling with laughter over my pics of the various animals that are now housed on the upper levels of the house. They laughed and asked if I had a cow yet? I replied if I could get her to go upstairs I would! Im definitely looney. But as I look at it I have animals few predators can reach and a ready food supply right above my head. But I do pray that i find a house soon. Otherwise im going to have to start a rooftopanimals.com website lol.
Pretty much think of shepards in the fields meets small town urban. There is so much we take for granted but much I know I can live without, its your mindset. As my language improves and my photography is more socially accepted I will document my life for my greatgrand children to know what it was like in my time. As a genealogist I loved reading stories of my ancestors and wishing I could step back in time. Well I guess I got my wish.
Pretty much think of shepards in the fields meets small town urban. There is so much we take for granted but much I know I can live without, its your mindset. As my language improves and my photography is more socially accepted I will document my life for my greatgrand children to know what it was like in my time. As a genealogist I loved reading stories of my ancestors and wishing I could step back in time. Well I guess I got my wish.
. My first son had jaundice bad. He was 4 weeks early and after being home for a night we had to check back in to children's hospital for him to work on his tan under the bili lights. Anyhow, I found a better lac consultant at that hospital... Way more understanding. His suck reflex ws poor and my first time made for some major learning curves. It took us a month before he really got it and I didnt have to pump and follow with a bottle after feedings. My second son never left my side from the moment he was born, exclusively breast fed and didn't have any jaundice problems. Strange how they are all so different.
