I've had my nose to the grindstone all week. Out the door early in the morning as the sun is rising, home for a quick bite to eat and to change my clothes mid afternoon, out the door again, and then finally coming home at night.
All I've seen of the outdoors has been while driving the car. There really wasn't much to see. The weather was bad this week - sandstorms turned everything a dirty brown colour and made the air feel so thick you could bite off a piece and chew it. It made my eyes feel itchy, my throat feel scratchy and my chest feel wheezy. The weather seemed to be affecting everyone this week. I saw lots of fender benders on my way about town. A few of them resulted in drivers jumping out of their vehicles to have violent fistfights in the middle of the road. Of course traffic always comes to a halt while the hotheads sort out their situations. Entertainment!
One morning, at the beginning of the week, on my way through Fashloum, a neighbourhood of Tripoli, I drove past a burnt out car and lots of police men, all of them wielding billy clubs. Nothing was going on, whatever had happened was over with. Later I heard from various people that a drunken cop had killed someone... bad boys... bad boys... whatcha gonna do? LOL! Ugggh... Fashloum is just one step above a trailer park.. or maybe it's a step below. At the end of the week the burnt out car was still there. I expect it will be there for a long time because there are burnt out cars and wrecks lining the roads and countryside all over. No one seems to be bothered by them. I've decided to consider them art... sculpture!
The best thing that happened this week was my hairdresser calling to say she'd returned. She has been gone for three months.... three very, very long months! I went to visit her today and made an appointment to have 'the works'. By this time next week I will look human again!
I'm very ready for the weekend!