We are packing up and moving out. The house is not quite completely furnished and our stuff isn’t here, but I’m ready to be settled in our semi-permanent residence so I can get on with the business of figuring out what our life in Bahrain is supposed to look like.
Oh yeah, and we’re picking up our new dog today. Minor detail. Today looks like a feat of juggling many trips in our tiny car — transferring all our suitcases and the other minutiae that has multiplied to the point that it doesn’t all fit in the suitcases, bathing and de-ticking a strange dog, unpacking and settling squabbles (over who’s working more, has the better bed, or what to name the dog), scrubbing out the refrigerator and freezer, all while trying to figure out how to feed everyone in a house with no dishes or cooking utensils in a country where it’s illegal to eat or drink in public until the sun goes down. It’s my Olympic heptathlon.
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| home |
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cooling off
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| Micah, the dog that came after Jonah |
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