Hurray! I am totally a member of the Gezira Sportsclub now! This last step was the easiest of all - I just swing in past the guards with my little proof of payment paper, go straight to the membership office, and pick up two very official looking member cards (one for Scott and one for myself).
At least there is a picture of me on one, otherwise I would not know it was for me as it has Scott's name on it instead of mine. Apparently the Arabic text indicates something like "in the harem of Scott Miller". Interesting. I always thought I was running this harem of ours.
But I am getting ahead of myself. The day began many hours before the successful membership mission. I awoke at a time that starts with a 6 and got breakfast ready for Scott and I. This attempt at domesticity is a direct result of hanging out with a newly wed whose level of wifely commitment far exceeds my own.
Anyway, after coffee the housekeeper arrives. We are getting to form a routine already where we chat a bit but mostly I just stay the heck out of her way. I am progressing with my comfort level of having her there working hard whilst I twiddle. She cleaned for over 5 hrs so there was lots of time to develop some comfort! Scott is over the moon at the cleanliness of the kitchen - he opened the stove up several times that evening just to marvel at its gleaming. Oh dear.
While the cleaning is happening it is Grand Central Station around here - the airconditioner fix-it guy is back since we have some major leaks happening again. Also two staff from Scott's work are by to inspect all the items needing repair or replacement in the place. I am starting to think maybe I am employed after all - official apartment project manager for our unit. Well the airconditioner fella says he already replaced parts and if it is still leaking now, we probably need to replace all of it - the only reason I have a clue what he said is that the housekeeper translated for us.
Eventually everybody leaves (except the housekeeper who is still at it) and I run out to get my membership card before having to return home for another airconditioning fix-it wiz comes to visit. When he finally arrives he has the previous fella with him and it sounds like they are arguing. I think it ended with them saying they will come back again tomorrow but honestly have NO idea if that is what they actually said.
Had supper waiting for Scott upon his return (domestic diva - I know - it might have something to do with my being in his harem?) and then we head to Kazzu's house before going to the club for the evening with our spiffy new membership cards.
Is it just me or is everybody else's apartment bigger, cooler, and nicer than ours? Not bitter, just sayin'. So we go to the Sportsclub and find it is a completely different place at night. Families bring their children here as a safe place to hang out; bike; take tennis, gymnastics, or basketball lessons; or play with some rather adorable stray kittens (the cats seem to have tripled since that afternoon). Kazzu and her man play some B-Ball while Scott and I hang out in the pool.
The evening is capped off with my trying an especially healthy snack which consists of a mars bar cooked inside of a soft pretzel, bathed in butter. Oh dear I might need to do a few more laps in the pool next time.
At least there is a picture of me on one, otherwise I would not know it was for me as it has Scott's name on it instead of mine. Apparently the Arabic text indicates something like "in the harem of Scott Miller". Interesting. I always thought I was running this harem of ours.
But I am getting ahead of myself. The day began many hours before the successful membership mission. I awoke at a time that starts with a 6 and got breakfast ready for Scott and I. This attempt at domesticity is a direct result of hanging out with a newly wed whose level of wifely commitment far exceeds my own.
Anyway, after coffee the housekeeper arrives. We are getting to form a routine already where we chat a bit but mostly I just stay the heck out of her way. I am progressing with my comfort level of having her there working hard whilst I twiddle. She cleaned for over 5 hrs so there was lots of time to develop some comfort! Scott is over the moon at the cleanliness of the kitchen - he opened the stove up several times that evening just to marvel at its gleaming. Oh dear.
While the cleaning is happening it is Grand Central Station around here - the airconditioner fix-it guy is back since we have some major leaks happening again. Also two staff from Scott's work are by to inspect all the items needing repair or replacement in the place. I am starting to think maybe I am employed after all - official apartment project manager for our unit. Well the airconditioner fella says he already replaced parts and if it is still leaking now, we probably need to replace all of it - the only reason I have a clue what he said is that the housekeeper translated for us.
Eventually everybody leaves (except the housekeeper who is still at it) and I run out to get my membership card before having to return home for another airconditioning fix-it wiz comes to visit. When he finally arrives he has the previous fella with him and it sounds like they are arguing. I think it ended with them saying they will come back again tomorrow but honestly have NO idea if that is what they actually said.
Had supper waiting for Scott upon his return (domestic diva - I know - it might have something to do with my being in his harem?) and then we head to Kazzu's house before going to the club for the evening with our spiffy new membership cards.
Is it just me or is everybody else's apartment bigger, cooler, and nicer than ours? Not bitter, just sayin'. So we go to the Sportsclub and find it is a completely different place at night. Families bring their children here as a safe place to hang out; bike; take tennis, gymnastics, or basketball lessons; or play with some rather adorable stray kittens (the cats seem to have tripled since that afternoon). Kazzu and her man play some B-Ball while Scott and I hang out in the pool.
The evening is capped off with my trying an especially healthy snack which consists of a mars bar cooked inside of a soft pretzel, bathed in butter. Oh dear I might need to do a few more laps in the pool next time.
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