With all due respect...Who's sacraficing what?

With all due respect.  I assume since I started with the phrase "With all due respect" I can now proceed with saying anything I want and nobody can take offense.  Isn't that how that phrase is used?  So with all due respect, I'm not seeing a whole lot of sacrafice on the part of anyone except myself and other expats.  The locals get to work less (yes, it IS possible), sleep more during the day, and party during the night.  That's all fine, doesn't matter to me, but then the migrant workers get to start working at 10 or 11 at night, really loud, outside our house.  Tearing down concrete walls, sawing through steel rebar and chiseling off stucco.  They start after 10 at night!  So again, who is sacraficing?  Perhaps the migrant workers, sawing through rebar in the dark of the night.  Although I am sure they are just ecstatic to have found work, with the thousands of them waiting for it along the side of the road.  It's the foriegners who are sacraficing their sleep.

It's really not all that bad, I just find this whole month of sacrafice a little....misused?  Perhaps they have gotten away from the original intent a little and have decided it's okay to work around the rules to turn it into a month of eating all night and partying with family and friends.  For being a sacrafice, they sure know how to make it a good time.

So onto other things now.  Important things.  Troubling, perplexing things.  Have you ever been in a situation, perhaps often, when you really want to know something but also know that you never will find out the truth?  Or perhaps you are certain of something but there is no way to convince another person of it? This seems to happen a lot in my life and I think, sometimes say, "When I get to heaven I'm going to ask God to show us what happened."  Or sometimes it's "...ask God to show YOU what happened" when I am certain I am correct.  Last week Mel went to bed and I followed a short time later.  I remember turning off the tv and going straight to bed, not touching the Showtime card that allows us to watch tv (size of a credit card, inserted into a cable box and allows us to access some english channels).  It mostly stays in the box except when I switch to another card that has a few sports channels.  Well the showtime card was left in when I went to bed and the next morning I get up after Mel had already been up for a while before she then went back to bed.  When I come to turn the tv on I see the SHowtime card is gone from the box and not near the tv.  Eventually I find the card in our bedroom on the nightstand, underneath an air conditioning controller (which also was not in the room the night before) and the rooms air conditioner is set to 37 degrees (which is extremely hot, normally set at 23).    So here is the issue: Mel insists she never touched the card or the AC controller.  And I know I never did, I'm positive of it.  I turned the tv off and went straight to bed.  Those exact actions are very vivid in my mind.  But she says she is positive it is not her. 

I know it was her.  It had to be her.  I was in bed, no history of sleepwalking, that I remember, and she was up in the morning for a while.  But we are both posisitve it wasn't us.  So, like I said, when I get to heaven I'm going to ask God to show her that it was her.  If I can remember, because now that I think about it I can't remember the other many times I have said I would do that.  So perhaps who moved the Showtime card and AC Controller will not be one of the more important things on my mind when I go to Heaven.  I don't know, I've never been there.

So, these are things occupying our times and minds over here.  We're getting back into things and it's not so bad as we get some time between ourselves and our time at home.  It was incredibly difficult to return though.  We have some trips to look forward to and we're certainly blessed to have a good job and a good life. 

Melissa has been making my lunch as the lunches being provided are about as bad as you can imagine.  You could certainly come up with worse if that was what you were trying to do.  But apparently they think the food is acceptable.  Really, it's awful!  So Mel is making my lunches and it has been wonderful.  Delicious sandwiches and leftovers, and homemade potato salad, and fresh fruit and just a great lunch.  After a few days she then got requests from Bryson and Sinuhe to make their lunches and she has done that.  And Samr, who is fasting now during this month of sacrafice, wants her to make his lunch after Ramadan.  Between hair and lunch Mel could make double the money that I make.  So if all goes well, I will be retiring soon.  Okay, I will cut this off now.  Stay safe out there.

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