35 days before my wife and I leave for Nice, France!
I’m not going to write some eyeglaze, state-of-the-world post tonight.
All that’s happening currently is what you would expect.
Getting the doggie and cat motels booked here for the duration of my wife’s trip.
Changing my wife’s return flight on Delta from Nice back to Fla; she’ll be going back and forth to Gouna throughout the year, after I rent a villa in November.
Fixing up the house, inside and outside, in preparation for my long absence. This includes bleach washing the outside, plumbing, and roof work. I’ve also decide to update the kitchen and the guest bathroom.
Already taken care of the car: new AC, spark plugs, wipers and oil change, brakes check and tire alignment, and using the Ford dealership’s auto butler detailing service.
Paid in advance our association dues, electric, water, and car insurance, all the way to next summer.
House insurance and property taxes will have to wait till October; they wont let me pay those in advance.
My wife will be here to take care of that, while I’m in Gouna. Also made sure I renewed all the domains that we use for my wife’s business; ditto hosting dues, and BitDefender for our various computer and mobile devices.
So I’m fairly busy these dog days of summer, but I’m finding the time to monitor political stuff that might directly impact on our lives (Brexit, Health Care legislation, Islamophobic travel bans, etc.), but am ignoring pretty much all the other slimy, swishy Trumpian drama (look no further than the effeminate dirtbag’s poncey word choices and drag queen hand gestures).
Despite this stance of Olympian grandeur, I must admit that this particular week, I’ve enjoyed learning more about what goes on behind the scenes between State and Gulfie thaubbists (you know these are the guys who live in a dusty, hot part of the world, but are always tricked out in impeccably white, spotless bed sheets; must be nice never having to actually work a day in your life).
Yeah: everyone’s an asshole; you just need to scope out what manner of asshole you will be encountering, if you plan on living overseas for any extended period of time.
I do look forward to being in Gouna and meeting the people who actually live there, and get past the satirical stereotypes I have written up in this blog, mainly to pass the time and amuse myself and my readers.
Tuesday I go to the dentist, and I have one last visit to the eye doctor in August: but the cataract surgery I had in January was a huge success, and I have gone from being nearly blind, to enjoying 25/20 vision, without glasses.
I have not lost the weight I hoped to lose, but that will come soon enough, once I am in Gouna.
I am kind of concerned about Iraq and Sudan and other countries rejecting the import of Egyptian meat, fish and vegetable products due to unacceptable levels of pesticides and microbes due to the use of recycled sewage to grow crops.
Have already had Hepatitis A and Typhoid shots for that reason, and will have a flu shot when these become available here mid August. Will do a rabies shot in Gouna if the cost is much lower than here. You know, the desert bat thing. Also will probably have a Diphtheria shot before leaving, and possibly Tetanus.
News Flash: I’m not that big on the usage of sewage water for growing veggies. Who is? Plus which there is that whole Renaissance Dam thingie, which will reduce water availability in Egypt by 25%. No doubt Sisi will take care of this soon by bombing the shit out of the fucking Ethiopians. Now I know why all these new warplanes are being delivered. MEGA, baby, as in, Make Egypt Great Again!
Speaking of water, I’ve decided I’ll only drink bottled water in Egypt as a precaution: no more ahwas mazbouta or shay at the cafés in Cairo, or elsewhere along the way.
Last time I was in Cairo four years ago, I had major Montezuma issues, which almost delayed my flight back.
There have been contamination problems in the past with Baraka and Aquafina, so I think I will stick to Siwa mineral water, if it is still okay and readily available in Gouna — though of course plastic bottles sitting in the sun lead to PBA leaching.
I certainly hope the water provided in Gouna for pools, showers and bathing is desalinized sea water, and not this recycled sewage they use for the golf courses.
At any rate, I will be checking very closely the whole fresh vegetable Bestway market situation in Gouna; dieting aside, I do have to eat something once in a while, other than the usual hops and malt fortifications.
In this regard, I take great comfort in what the late Arab-American musician Frank Zappa once said: call any vegetable, and the chances are good that the vegetable will respond to you.