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My grandfather says I have heavy feet. So much so that it was extremely difficult for me to walk around the house quietly. My sister, on the other hand,seemed to float around as if she were on a cloud. I wont even repeat the nickname he gave me for having heavy feet (and you better not either SHEENA) because its not becoming to me at all,lol.

The point is that Im here and as a resident, I have no plans to tiptoe around anyone. Its sort of mind boggling to think about how much they have and how above you they may be on the totem pole of this thing we call life. But, if you think about it, at the end of the day they are human just like we are and thats that.

I walked around the corniche today and was a bit disappointed in the lack of local music. I saw kandooras of different colors and one guys was silver and he had a hat that sort of matched. He was in a group and I took their picture. I like the way it looks when they wrap the head scarf around their face. I walked back and forth past one group of guys and wanted a close up pic but, since my lens can only go so far,there was only one way to get it. I initially thought, "oh well" and proceeded to walk away but quickly changed my mind and went back and looked at them for a few seconds before asking.They said yes and it took me a couple times of asking about the head wrap before they told me it was because they were cold.

"COLD?! like, coooold? NOW?"

I couldnt believe it,lol. As I type this, it is 79 degree F

Far cry from 110 I suppose but still.

Anyway, its late and Im actually about to wash the dishes (I think) before going to slumber. I have to wake early to depart to my new place-INSERT SMILEY FACE. When that couch comes Im going to lay on it and just chill out listening to music!!!

Ill walk around trying to figure out what is going where and also wondering what size wardrobe to get. Ive got to go.

Things to do. . .


  1. Again you remind me of Thailand! When I was there, the street people had gone to the government to "demand" blankets because they were freezing to death in the "cold". It was a frosty 69-72F.


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