Thursday, July 28, 2011

Kabul again

More roses this time - the grass is green and lush and as I walk to the FSU, it is raining - not heavy but distinct and noticeable rain coming down and getting my wonderful but aging purse wet. I make it to FSU and login and get my danger pay letter and forward it to Sana'a and of course Theresa is there, she is always there, and she tells me there is not sufficient arrival specificity - I sent her comments to Jamie and Tabia and then later go talk to Tabia...this silly thing.

Then, I knew he would be here, I see Mike and he is on the phone with his wife and I yell and he turns and comes and finishes his conversation with her and then talks to me a little - and tells me he will see me later - he knows I am at Virginia house - he is upstairs from me on the third floor. Such a tease in a way but what the hell - i'm quite certain Adil will not be coming to dubai so might as well enjoy a little flirtatious energy, thus is my rationalization.

My roommate - one of them - is tired and is napping so I need to be quiet - my fingers are tapping the keys but I don't think the sound of them is drifting across the room - the air conditioner is turned on very low as she gets very hot when she sleeps - there is a reason. I used to hear Mike's keys tapping hard on the keyboard as he wrote his long and carefully corrected emails with typos sometimes still slipping through. It is a little strange to still be here but not be there and I don't know what will happen but I just get to keep doing whatever and showing up and walking around and drinking coffee and reading books and staying warm and dry and soon I will be in Dubai. It is warm and sunny there - there I will try to swim in the pool and get my eyebrows done and maybe a trim as my hair is dry and brittle and probably very split in the ends. In the end, who knows what will happen - where I will be. what I will do won't change much but merely the location of the work. still, first is vacation and ocean and sitting and breathing it in - hopefully quiet germans and not loud drunken ones but when on vacation, it doesn't matter - I don't have to be up at 630 - or even 7 - though on saturday up at 4:30 or 5. I have my egyptian coffee which isn't great but is better than nothing - I can have a cup before I get picked up by motorpool and taken to CAC by 5:20 and then picked up again for the airport...


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