Sunday, December 23, 2018

You can go home again


Breathing a big sigh of relief right now. The federal government has shut down but I’m one of the people still cleared to work, however, I got an email telling me to “remain in TDY status,” which I interpreted as “stay where you are until the whole thing blows over.” Fortunately, I learned that’s not the case. What the person meant was “continue as planned and go home as scheduled.” That is a huge relief because I’m due to return to Baghdad at the end of the year and am there long enough to, hopefully, do some paperwork and some laundry and then repack and head off to my three-week vacation. Erbil is nice in its own way, but there’s no place like home.

Beyond school, I’ve never taken three weeks off at once, and it’s a lot of planning. My hope was to get stuff paid for in advance so that I will have empty credit cards once I land. As a result, the thought of having to postpone or cancel the trip was freaking me out. I think in one day last week, I charged four side trips that averaged $200 each, and that’s only a portion of what I’ve pre-paid. With few exceptions, lodging and transport (trains and planes) have all been charged and paid in advance. This is going to be a trip like Alaska was for me: really big and so expensive I really don’t want to know what the total cost winds up being.

It’ll probably be my only grand scale trip, though. I’ll get four long vacations in the year and a half I’m here but the next one is to America and the last one will be my first cruise, so it’ll be paid off before I depart. The remaining one is up in the air but I’m not in any rush to plan it and package tour sounds good to me.

Erbil is still good, too, although I am really chilly right now. Our housing units are on par with Morocco’s but most of the rooms have individual wall AC/heat units. To go from my room to the kitchen, I have to leave a warm fuzzy room with a nice rug and walk over cold tile through a room with cold, concrete walls before I get to the kitchen. There’s a heating unit in there, but since the door to the wide-open hallway is always open, it’s usually not worth it to turn it on.

I spent quite a bit of time in there over the weekend because we had a Christmas potluck dinner and I offered to bring mashed potatoes. Since I was the only one bringing them and you have to have mashed potatoes for Christmas, I bought a huge amount of potatoes. Scrubbing and chopping them kept me warm, and then I went to boil them. There were two giant pots in the cabinet and it took both of them. Although the potatoes would almost all fit into the bigger pot, water did not. I wound up spending about an hour boiling them so I could then mash them. It was warm.

And thank God, there was a potato masher. When I volunteered to bring mashed potatoes, it didn’t occur to me that a kitchen could not have a potato masher. I mean, I own two. But I hadn’t checked before I bought the taters, so I was really relieved when I found them in the third drawer I ransacked.

Fortunately, there was a cutting board. I hadn’t known this until my second morning. I make hash browns and eggs and couldn’t initially find the cutting board but on the second morning, I found it hiding behind the clean dish rack.
 
One of my roommates, the one from Albany, has been here for months and didn’t know about the cutting board. I timed my potatoes so she could have time, room and pots to make enough deviled eggs to feed a refugee camp. As a result, I’d abandoned the kitchen for warmer pastures and didn’t notice she was slicing eggs and chopping scallions on a plate. When I circled back later, she lamented about the lack of a cutting board, I showed her where it lived. She had no idea, poor thing. It was a lot of eggs and scallions.

In other news, I still haven’t seen “The Mule,” but hope to on my vacation. No clue if it’s playing in Oz, but we’ll see. Anyway, in doing a slightly stalker-ish Internet search for a different reason, I discovered that Toby Keith sings a song for the movie and there’s a video with clips from the movie.

I found Karen! She is behind Dianne Wiest, wearing the ivory dress and sitting with her movie husband. I can’t wait to see the movie. Clint Eastwood rocks.

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