sentimental planets

It took me three years but I finally finished Mother Teresa’s book of notes and letters “Come Be My Light”.

I think Greece should sell a dozen of its islands to the richest people and countries on earth to pay off its debt once and for all.  Donald Trump could buy an island and he could be president of it.  He could rename it ‘Trumpopalis’. 

The ugly baby pigeons are getting larger and now are wobblin around.  The mother and father take off when I stand at the window leaving their ‘productions’ defenseless.

Yesterday I had a strong internet connection in the grotto, today nothing. 

I have this clearance form I must complete and take to the Finance office before I leave.  I need sign offs from the IT people as well as from Records and Archiving, Maintenance, Purchasing and the Library.  I’ll also need clearance forms from the bank, the Telecommunications company, Omantel, which I never did business with, and a utility clearance.  I will need the landlord’s help here.  He comes on Wednesday to collect the rent and I hope he doesn’t ask for a month’s rent because he knows I’ll only be here for nine more days.

I really shouldn’t wait until next week to start all of this. 

6.30.15

I have to wait until after eight to find the barber has returned from his iftar meal.  There's nothing wrong with waiting, we must remind ourselves.

I booked a room for one night in Brussels; on the 18^th I’ll return to Dubai and I expect to stay here three nights.  Every hotel I looked at online I thought, as long as there is a pool. 

Tomorrow I will try and gather the clearance forms from Omantel and the Bank.  Next Monday I’ll give up the Honda.  I won’t take it in to see a mechanic because I’ve done that twice in the past six weeks.  It’s a good car, just be nice to it. 

9:30pm

My last haircut in Buraimi complete.The last full moon in Buraimi in two days.  Two planets get brightly close.  No internet today.  I’m thankful the wooly beard no longer itches.

I am too sentimental. 

I FB chatted with an old friend today.  How better she is somewhere else.  Even if she isn’t happy she has all the creature comforts of English life I could have never given her.  Does she have love?  She has her child with her and that’s enough.

My imagination knows no boundaries and sometimes it can be an exhausting circle of what ifs.  What if while I am in Leuven circumstances change in my next job, would I take that as a sign to enroll full time? I wouldn’t be opposed to such a turn of events and with all the churches there I could pray every day for my meals.

One notable place to visit while in the old city is the crypt of Fr. Damien the Leper.  Wow, my heart is heavy thinking about kneeling at the body of a real saint and…and…I don’t know, just listening.