November is here
The weather has been dusty today. All day the sand blew around and everything feels gritty. My eyes are itchy and watering. I hope tomorrow the weather is better. I'm waiting for winter to kick in. We're still using the air conditioner here. It's the beginning of November - the first week of this month usually brings a change in the weather. It will be time to take out warmer clothes soon.
Along with November is Election Day on Tuesday. I'm going to wear red, white and blue on Tuesday. I told my students that I was going to do it and they thought I was joking. My daughter Sara was born on Election Day - on the day Clinton was elected into office. I remember that the staff of the hospital all came to my room to say 'Mabrouk Ibnayah! Mabouk Clinton!' It was funny - but nice. It's interesting to see Libyans get so excited about the elections. Many are glued to the TV, addicted to the twists and turns of the election process.
A few years ago a friend of mine gave me a poem she wrote titled 'November Cricket'. Every year in November I would come across it while sorting out papers and things. I'd read it and then call her up and we'd have a long chat on the phone. Last year for some reason I couldn't find the poem. It's on a piece of paper somewhere in my house. I know I haven't thrown it away. I hope I come across it sometime this month... November Cricket... chirping by my door...