Whew. I’m having one of those “it’s all too much” days. I think most of you already know but our college friend Elizabeth was killed in Afghanistan last week. It has been a weird week of private mourning between those of us who will dearly miss her and public discussion because she died in an attack that is receiving so much publicity.
I’m working on a memorial scholarship at Colby so those Colby grads out there should stay tuned as I’ll be shortly asking for money. As I was sitting with my boss at work this morning, discussing Elizabeth, she got a call that her former colleague from the Mirror in the UK was killed embedded with the Marines in Afghanistan. Too much.
And it is a super crappy news day in the UAE. The member of the ruling family in Abu Dhabi accused of torture for the videotape that ABC aired, was acquitted because his medicines made him “loose control”. And a British woman celebrating her engagement in Dubai with her fiancé was raped at the hotel she was staying at by a waiter when she got too drunk and passed out in a bathroom… when she went to the police station to report it, she and her fiancé were arrested for illegal drunkenness and premarital sex because they were sharing a hotel room. The cops gave her a blood test to prove she’d been drinking but did not administer a rape kit until a British embassy employee showed up and demanded it. Yikes. I’m sick of all of this.
On the flip side, Roary and I had just been talking about how happy we were to be back. We are over awful jet lag (read here: Freya is sleeping more than 3 hours at night) and the weather is super beautiful. We spent Friday at the beach building sandcastles and rescuing a non-lost Lebanese child (I even called the cops to report finding a lost girl only to have her parents wander over 45 minutes later to pick her up before they left the beach…) and Saturday night with Freya’s playgroup parents, who we really like, sitting outside having dinner at a restaurant at the local golf club where the babies could run around screaming on the grass and we could take turns chasing them and enjoying Pims (a really lovely British addition to beverage selections). I know in my heart that all places are full of these juxtapositions but it feels pretty stark right now.
Work has asked me to go full time when my temporary contact is up at the end of March because they need to make the position official to be able to keep paying me, so that decision is coming up. Roary is hopeful that he’ll get staffed on a more permanent project so he may start travelling soon. What else… we have a beach BBQ planned for next weekend and Roary is on a running kick to do the wadi run to Oman again this year… it really is an odd combination of very sad and very happy right now.
I’ll end this on a good note with a big shot out to my brother-in-law, Steven Farr, who has just published his first book for Teach for America… which you should all buy. Follow the link to the fab article about the book in The Atlantic: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/201001/good-teaching
He is a super star.
- Jenny and Roary
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