All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves. Robert Browning Alas, June isn't a lovely month for us folks here in Qatar. Stuck between the desert and the sea, June is never that beautiful month that sees the ebb of summer and the promise of fall. It... Continue Reading →
I'm often accused of being a person with nigh zero sense of occasion. Anniversaries and birthdays are like water off a duck's back to me. If not for social media and reminders from humans and gadgets alike, I would probably never remember any of them. I therefore stand out like sore thumb in an era... Continue Reading →
Laundry is best dealt with everyday. Or else.... weekends turn into foldathons! In an hour.. Dr J.
These days I'm a compulsive blogger. It's almost as if I HAVE TO blog. For the longest time, the very last thing I did before "dying" for the night, was read. Now I blog. Put the baby to sleep. Gossip with the hubster. Read. Blog. 'Tis the new routine. Surely, it won't last for long.... Continue Reading →
I know you exist. But I do not know who are. I know how many visit and from where. But I do not know why. The wordlessness usually isn't irksome. But today I'm in a chatty mood. So folks, whoever you are, where ever you are from, and for what ever reason you visit this... Continue Reading →
I am usually in one of three states of mind: 1. Verbal/ Mental diarrhea- The thoughts pour forth, words tumble out violently, nimble fingers fly across the keyboard. I am in control, but the thoughts and words have a mind of their own. I cannot stop thinking. Not talking makes me physically sick; almost. I... Continue Reading →
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