This blogging turns out to be super easy stuff. I said I’d do it on a lighter note today. I am off this week, and although I started all energetic on Monday, cleaning stuff, arranging piles of things, painting rooms and all that, by now my ‘go’-mode has come to a grinding halt. Very pleasant I must say, I haven’t been this non-productive since September 1 of last year. I’ve got to get back in gear by Monday, but that is still a few days off.
Adrian has decided to sleep over another night at his friend Max’s house. Boy, I admire Max’s mother, how can she deal for three days with these two virtual tsunamis in the vicinity? Now if you had a garden, or you’re living somewhere up in the mountains, you can just throw them out of the house, and nature will take care of the rest. But here in Beirut it’s all high rise and apartment blocks. You have to entertain them, or else they’ll be hanging in your curtains.
Hana is slowly but steadily munching her way through her chocolate egg stash that she accumulated last Sunday during the Easter egg hunt. Adrian did all the hunting, she does all the crunching. It’s amazing how obsessed she is with food. Two years old, and she can stand in front of the fridge with this blissful smile, just waiting for someone to open the heavy door.
I love this picture (see up) of the three; Obi (cousin), Hana and Adrian. I took it in the Beqaa valley last fall when we went to visit a traditional Lebanese village house, made of mud and straw. I forgot the name of the place, but they turned it into a museum. It’s cute. Houda Kassatly made a whole book about these type of houses (Terres de Bekaa; l’amenagement de l’habitat rural sur le haut plateau Libanais). She’s into photographing doors, also a hobby of mine. And windows. I love the Lebanese windows. When Lois was still living in Beirut (She’s in Korea now), we’d go out on a Sunday afternoon, do our compulsory stop at Burger King, and then saunter through the old neighborhoods of Beirut, taking pictures of (preferably) dilapidated windows and doors. I’ll publish them on the web one day.