I’m back to living the life of a peasant.

Last week Lucy got a phone call that her dad had passed away suddenly so she flew home that night to be with her family for the funeral. Then, while she was home, her daughter who is pregnant with her first child started bleeding and had to be admitted to the hospital. The baby needs to be delivered, but is still too small so they have her daughter in ICU and are trying to hold out for a few more days. So instead of going home for vacation in September to take care of her daughter and spend time with her first grandbaby, she’s going to take her vacation now under much different circumstances. Poor Lucy.

We’re praying that Lucy’s daughter is fine and that the baby is as healthy as possible considering it’s probably going to be born about 8 weeks early.

Meanwhile the boys are realizing how much Lucy did around the house. Yesterday Calvin said, “Wow, things are really different around here.” Yep. The serfs have been put to work. Folding laundry, vacuuming, picking up around the house, washing dishes, getting their own cereal and watching the baby. We’ve got to live like regular people for the next 6 weeks or so until Lucy returns. It’s not a pretty sight. Time to get out the mop and bucket . . .

Party down

I didn’t write about going to the ambassador’s party because there really wasn’t much to tell. We dressed up and went to the ambassador’s house . . . which was right on the beach. The party started at 7 and here’s what we did: we walked in and right inside the front door was a receiving line. Shook hands with the ambassador and the guests of honor, then moved into the main room, took a drink off of a passed tray, looked for the few people we knew and flagged down the waiters carrying the best appetizers and desserts. Then we chatted about normal everyday stuff with people we knew and didn’t know (Did you get your household goods shipment yet? Are you getting settled in Oman? Do you like it here?), ate a few more mini chocolate tarts, and went home at 9 when the party ended.

It was fun to have a night out that didn’t involve grocery shopping with the kids, but it couldn’t even begin to compare to this party.

The best part about this picture? Look at the people jonesing for cake in the background. My boys . . . and my mom.


Family, friends, music, food, dancing . . . the ambassador couldn’t possibly compete with that.

So who wants to get remarried so we can do it all over again? Hmm, maybe a vow renewal for our 15th anniversary next year? Or mom and dad’s 40th is coming up . . . 
*I mostly tried to post photos that included Josh, me, or the kids. If you don’t want your picture here, just email me and I’ll take it down. 

the best part about today

was not getting an invitation to the ambassador’s house for a cocktail party . . .

It was getting my hair chopped off and loving the end result. 

I went in with three different pictures of short hair styles that I liked and told the stylist to do whatever she thought worked with  my face shape and hair type.

I thought Camille might not recognize me, but she didn’t seem to notice. 

Everyone else did though.

Introducing . . .

the newest member of the Chartier Family Band.

  

Times like this make me wish that I had an older brother. 
They came running to get me because they were so proud of her drumming skills.

One and two and three and four . . . before long, she’ll be playing guitar and performing vocals as well.

And because photographs can’t capture her enthusiasm:

*if you live in the middle of a beautiful redwood forest and can’t view the video, just imagine a baby banging on a pot with a spoon. You get the picture. Hope you’re having a great week of camp!

I’ve got it covered

Now that I’m no longer trying to book hotels in my sleep, I can tell you about our trip to the Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi. That morning, I dressed specifically to go to a religious site – ankle length skirt, long sleeves, and I brought my scarf to cover my head. We arrive and the parking attendant says, “make sure no short skirts for the ladies. That will not be allowed.” No problem. I am a prepared, respectful tourist.

We go up the escalator (I told you, it’s a GRAND Mosque) and come out on a large expanse of white marble. We see people gathering in one area for the tour that is about to start and then Josh tells me, “You’re going to have to wear an abaya.” What?!? I’m going to have to cruise around in a black tent when the dudes that are there for the tour are wearing normal clothes and short sleeved t-shirts? I was thoroughly annoyed, but went and got my abaya from a woman who was manning a table stacked high with them and then went behind a screen to climb into the tent. Sweet. I felt like a villain in a superhero movie or something. Beware the WALKING SHADOW !

I’m smiling, but I’m really thinking, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Especially because later in the tour, our guide said there was no religious reason to wear the abaya, only a cultural desire to be modest. Riiight. That’s why every women, dressed modestly or not, had to don the black cloak and hood. Anyway, the mosque was beautiful and the tour was great and I would even go again (but next time I’d wear my own headscarf  because theirs was sheer and slippery and kept sliding off my head which was annoying), but I disagree with requiring non-Muslim women to wear the abaya. It’s not like anyone is asking for my opinion though, so don’t expect that to change anytime soon.

The entire mosque was white marble with flowers created from semi-precious stones and colored marble. There were flowers on the pillars and bigger ones on the ground. It was amazingly beautiful and took me out of my abaya wearing funk.

The detail on each flower was amazing. 

Our guide, Ali, pointed out that the flowers inlaid in the floor tiles were tulips, lillies, and some other flower that I can’t remember at the moment. They are supposed to represent flowers that are important in the region, but I haven’t seen any tulips here yet. According to the Muslim faith, they are not allowed to decorate using any human or animal forms so the theme for this mosque is flowers. I’m a fan.


Crossing the courtyard before we enter the mosque. I think Ali said there was room for 40 thousand worshippers out there. That’s the biggest overflow room I’ve ever seen. It was beautiful, peaceful, and bright, as the sun’s rays bounced off all of the white stone. I wonder if they’re allowed to wear sunglasses during the prayer services?