A month ago I returned to the desert, unsure then, as now, how long I'd be here. I knew I'd be only miles away from the city I called home for ten years, the last four of those years I had the cushiest job and the easiest one to walk away from. It won't be easy walking from this one. Now that I'm AARP eligible.
I know of a few flats I'd like to check out, yesterday the drain pipe that runs south outside in the kitchen's caged terrace starting leaking bad and I had to duck back into the kitchen and slide the door closed. Even the bug-eyed gecko who hangs out every morning was spooked by the torrent of water. And then this morning I opened up the sliding door to the larger terrace off the tv room, looking east, a sublime sunrise, spoiled by refuse covering the enclosure.
I like this location and everything almost works. The washing machine doesn't have a rinse or spin. The oven has three burners that work, that's good. If I buy any pans I could cook a few things at once. There are no mirrors in the bathrooms, which I don't mind except when it's time to shave. I do have this small vanity mirror, cracked, that I use for such an occasion. I think I'm just lazy and it isn't that bad. But still, you should look elsewhere.
It feels too early to go anywhere, and perhaps at the end of November I'll have a need to visit a bookstore or two in Dubai. I almost finished Leon Uris' "Topaz" in one sitting yesterday. Good grief, when a book is good, what is there to do. Density and speed, could I ever write anything like that? Hardly.
So, the days slow down. I'm saving money. I have two broken teeth. I figure I'm gonna need that money then. When they get infected. Why wait until they get infected? Because I can still eat without pain, that's why.
I'm really put out knowing I have to travel 20km to get an exit stamp from a checkpoint and then turn around back to where I live so I can cross the border. The stupidity of it is saving me money, though that means instant coffee prevails. Poor cigarettes prevail. I have gone a month without a beer, though, and that's good, right? My weight is stable and that means no indigestion.
On Tuesday we will give the 220 whippersnappers their first quiz. I don't mind being a coordinator so far. I'd prefer sitting at a desk for a while instead of teaching. I do have 14 hours a week, visiting the seven classes twicely and showing them how to be a better student, illustrating some basic study skills. A man somewhere in California once said the secret to finishing the job, studying, was to remain in your seat until you were satisfied. Stay in your seat until you know your stuff, dude.
I remember an old friend with a photo here. He has dumped me down the big toilet of regret. It's my bad, all my bad. I wish we could talk, but really, if I were he and he were me, I wouldn't call me either. God bless you anyways, you dumb polak.
I know of a few flats I'd like to check out, yesterday the drain pipe that runs south outside in the kitchen's caged terrace starting leaking bad and I had to duck back into the kitchen and slide the door closed. Even the bug-eyed gecko who hangs out every morning was spooked by the torrent of water. And then this morning I opened up the sliding door to the larger terrace off the tv room, looking east, a sublime sunrise, spoiled by refuse covering the enclosure.
I like this location and everything almost works. The washing machine doesn't have a rinse or spin. The oven has three burners that work, that's good. If I buy any pans I could cook a few things at once. There are no mirrors in the bathrooms, which I don't mind except when it's time to shave. I do have this small vanity mirror, cracked, that I use for such an occasion. I think I'm just lazy and it isn't that bad. But still, you should look elsewhere.
It feels too early to go anywhere, and perhaps at the end of November I'll have a need to visit a bookstore or two in Dubai. I almost finished Leon Uris' "Topaz" in one sitting yesterday. Good grief, when a book is good, what is there to do. Density and speed, could I ever write anything like that? Hardly.
So, the days slow down. I'm saving money. I have two broken teeth. I figure I'm gonna need that money then. When they get infected. Why wait until they get infected? Because I can still eat without pain, that's why.
I'm really put out knowing I have to travel 20km to get an exit stamp from a checkpoint and then turn around back to where I live so I can cross the border. The stupidity of it is saving me money, though that means instant coffee prevails. Poor cigarettes prevail. I have gone a month without a beer, though, and that's good, right? My weight is stable and that means no indigestion.
On Tuesday we will give the 220 whippersnappers their first quiz. I don't mind being a coordinator so far. I'd prefer sitting at a desk for a while instead of teaching. I do have 14 hours a week, visiting the seven classes twicely and showing them how to be a better student, illustrating some basic study skills. A man somewhere in California once said the secret to finishing the job, studying, was to remain in your seat until you were satisfied. Stay in your seat until you know your stuff, dude.
I remember an old friend with a photo here. He has dumped me down the big toilet of regret. It's my bad, all my bad. I wish we could talk, but really, if I were he and he were me, I wouldn't call me either. God bless you anyways, you dumb polak.
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