Report of 18 March 2019
Hello!
Boy, is the sea blue, and clear. As is the sky, with more than 1 shade of blue.
We are well and hope the same with you. We were in Kuwait last week to attend the wedding of the daughter of Scott's childhood friend, Susan, and her husband, Ghassan. That was a blast. Palestinian weddings are unbridled joy, and we certainly did not notice the lateness of the hour. The couple was escorted in with music and dancing at 9 PM, all continued to dance until 11 PM and dinner was served at 11 PM. Then more dancing; Scott and I left at 1 AM and the party was far from over. The day after, the hosts invited several of us to dinner and then over to their house; it was nice to talk and share. A very fun 3 days.
We saw the Kuwait tower, the souk (marketplace) Mubarakiya and the Grand Mosque. It was all fun, and the food was excellent.
I was back at clinic today, and it was the same busy-ness. The gentleman who lost his wife did not come for follow-up last week, and I was concerned. I know he is grieving. So, I requested help from colleagues, one of them lives near his house, and lo and behold, in he walked. He is better and going around, visiting friends, one of whom was also at the clinic. He said something very poignant last time: when his wife used to tell him to sit in a spot, he viewed it as affection; when his daughter-in-law says the same thing now, it sounds coarser, as an edict. All of us are - as a community - ensuring that the gentleman is okay. I do believe we would do the same if the bereaved were a lady. A colleague lost her father and many of us were checking on her mother.
Our flight back from Kuwait was great. IndiGo is a domestic Indian airline, now flying overseas. The pilot was a lady, and she got us in early. There was a mild medical emergency on the flight, with a lady unable to tolerate the ear pressure. She was in traditional Muslim clothes and the very well-dressed and coiffed crew treated her with kindness and expertise, giving her water to swallow. She felt better and I gave her a lozenge, that saliva might continue to be generated and swallowed so that the pressure on the ears would equalize.
I spoke to my father yesterday. He is well, thank goodness. We will go visit in a couple of weeks. We also chatted with the boys and that was grand fun. Naren turned 28 last week, we wished him from Kuwait and then got the scoop yesterday on how he had celebrated. Navin had given him a gift - the right size and color - and that was cool to hear. Acquaintances with small children talk of how much the children fight; ours did, too, and appear to have become the closer for it, or in spite of it.
Have a great week!
Unw -
R
Boy, is the sea blue, and clear. As is the sky, with more than 1 shade of blue.
We are well and hope the same with you. We were in Kuwait last week to attend the wedding of the daughter of Scott's childhood friend, Susan, and her husband, Ghassan. That was a blast. Palestinian weddings are unbridled joy, and we certainly did not notice the lateness of the hour. The couple was escorted in with music and dancing at 9 PM, all continued to dance until 11 PM and dinner was served at 11 PM. Then more dancing; Scott and I left at 1 AM and the party was far from over. The day after, the hosts invited several of us to dinner and then over to their house; it was nice to talk and share. A very fun 3 days.
We saw the Kuwait tower, the souk (marketplace) Mubarakiya and the Grand Mosque. It was all fun, and the food was excellent.
I was back at clinic today, and it was the same busy-ness. The gentleman who lost his wife did not come for follow-up last week, and I was concerned. I know he is grieving. So, I requested help from colleagues, one of them lives near his house, and lo and behold, in he walked. He is better and going around, visiting friends, one of whom was also at the clinic. He said something very poignant last time: when his wife used to tell him to sit in a spot, he viewed it as affection; when his daughter-in-law says the same thing now, it sounds coarser, as an edict. All of us are - as a community - ensuring that the gentleman is okay. I do believe we would do the same if the bereaved were a lady. A colleague lost her father and many of us were checking on her mother.
Our flight back from Kuwait was great. IndiGo is a domestic Indian airline, now flying overseas. The pilot was a lady, and she got us in early. There was a mild medical emergency on the flight, with a lady unable to tolerate the ear pressure. She was in traditional Muslim clothes and the very well-dressed and coiffed crew treated her with kindness and expertise, giving her water to swallow. She felt better and I gave her a lozenge, that saliva might continue to be generated and swallowed so that the pressure on the ears would equalize.
I spoke to my father yesterday. He is well, thank goodness. We will go visit in a couple of weeks. We also chatted with the boys and that was grand fun. Naren turned 28 last week, we wished him from Kuwait and then got the scoop yesterday on how he had celebrated. Navin had given him a gift - the right size and color - and that was cool to hear. Acquaintances with small children talk of how much the children fight; ours did, too, and appear to have become the closer for it, or in spite of it.
Have a great week!
Unw -
R
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