The night is young

We just got back home after a wonderful evening with a charming Iraqi couple: Ziad and Mai. We visited them mainly to congratulate them on the new place they moved into.

We had a very enjoyable time. We talked about a variety of topics ranging from politics, of course, to life in Doha and finally favorite vacation spots. The evening was pleasant and the food they served us was tasty.

Earlier that day, I woke up really late (2:00 PM –can you tell I’m tired?) and made banana fritters. They turned out to be edible, except for some few that were burnt! Ah, well, I’m, trying!

As soon as I file this dispatch, we are planning to immerse ourselves in a Six Feet Under marathon. We rented around six episodes from the second season and are planning to stay up late to watch them all. I really dig this show! It’s very smart, with powerful acting and intriguing scripts. Ok, time to end this post and get ready for the show. The night is young!

The neighbors’ chicken

It seems like we have new neighbors that are proving to be a nuisance. In addition to having loud crying babies, they have the habit of leaving their garbage in our floor corridor waiting for it to be picked up by some sort of divine power.

Last week, they left their smelly garbage uncovered which caused the whole floor to stink. In addition to the usual junk, their trash included some bread, a piece of chicken and some sort of a chicken dressing . Yes, they leave them exposed for us to enjoy the odor.

As I couldn’t stand the smell anymore, I suggested taking the garbage ourselves, but Jeff fiercely objected saying: “I’m not gonna take out someone’s rotten chicken”. Instead, he proposed the passive aggressive method of leaving posted notes with the message “Do not put your garbage here”, or something like it since we didn’t know who was doing it. But that never came to pass.

Instead, today we called our building’s janitor/cleaner Samir to take care of the stinking garbage and maybe even scold the culprits. He promised he would take care of the issue as soon as he is done with his prayers. Now, I’m waiting and hoping. Maybe, when I get back home, I will find a surprise: an odor-less corridor. Who knows! Let’s just keep hoping.

The wall of masks

We recently added a number of masks to a wall in our humble apartment. It is a bit spooky, but I love it. I have been collecting masks for quite a while now and the idea of finally having them displayed pleases me tremendously.

The masks come from different parts of the globe: Egypt, Morocco, Italy and Jordan. My favorite is the one in the inset photo. It just looks soooo elegant!

Jordanian bloggers

Today, I was introduced to a portal dedicated to Jordanian bloggers. Although it is still in its early stages, the site has already attracted a number of Jordanian bloggers scattered all over the globe.

I was very pleased to see the creation of such an initiative. Finally, Jordanian bloggers will have a cyber-niche. Kudos to the efforts of Isam, who brought this site to life!

Becoming domestic

Last night I made dinner — something that I don’t usually do because I lack the necessary skills. What prompted this behavior was my current desire to be a more domestic couple and the visit of my friend Amal last night.

I made Tuna-Macaroni Casserole following a Betty Crocker recipe that, surprisingly, turned out to be edible! Actually, it was edible enough that I saved some for tonight’s dinner.

Who said miracles don’t happen!

On a different note, my good friend Dalia gave birth to a baby boy: Sanad. I called here last night and she was over the moon with happiness! For some reason, I haven’t gotten the pictures she said she sent of him, but I’m sure he is a handsome boy.