Here There and Everywhere

Expat wanderer

Big Red

Adventure Man and I have an agreement. We leave each other’s lives alone. Like I don’t try to tell him how he should work (I do try to tell him how to drive, or how not to drive, he hates it and I can’t help it; I don’t want to die!) and he doesn’t tell me how to run the house (but he does make “helpful suggestions”, he can’t help it.) We cut each other a lot of slack – it’s the only way you can stay married for a long time.

He monitors my blog closely. I don’t mind, he is like my personal security agency, making sure I don’t tell you too much about myself. I know he is protecting us and I honor that. It also helps me to think about what I am writing as I write – he has never asked me to change anything, but the awareness that he is watching helps me remember to be careful.

But I draw the line at him telling me what to blog. Here is what I say:


Yesterday he brought me some Big Red, with a complaint and with a compliment. Many of us in our family are addicted to Big Red, a cinnamon chewing gum. I like it because I drink coffee, and coffee can make your breath bad. Adventure Man just likes it because he likes it.


“This Big Red is not the same!” he complained. “It tastes wrong!”

I tasted it and I thought it tasted normal, but I have been buying Big Red here for a while and maybe my “normal” has gotten skewed.

“And look!” he said, triumphantly “Big Red is supposed to be RED!”

And he was right – this Big Red is WHITE?? How can that be??

But here is the compliment – look what is printed on each individual gum wrapper. (You have to read it from left to right!)


Pretty cool, huh? And this blog entry is for you, Adventure Man.

September 4, 2007 Posted by | Blogging, Cross Cultural, Entertainment, ExPat Life, Family Issues, Living Conditions, Marriage, Random Musings, Relationships | 8 Comments

Abandonment Issues

I can hear the Qatteri Cat out in the long hallway. He is moaning pathetically, and it is a little muffled. I smile. I know he is bringing me his baby.


Who knows what a cat is thinking? When I disappear, taking a bath or working in my project room, the Qatteri Cat cries sadly. His cry says “Where are you?” and “I am just a little kitten, and I am alone in the world!”

I say “Qatteri Cat, I am back here!” and he goes and gets his baby, and brings it to where I am. He plays with his baby briefly, and then – he leaves! He leaves me to take care of the baby!

When Adventure Man and I go to the family room to watch a DVD, we try to remember to take the baby with us. As long as we have the baby with us, Qatteri Cat won’t cry.

(Skunk wants more photos of Qatteri Cat. )

September 4, 2007 Posted by | Communication, ExPat Life, Family Issues, Pets, Relationships | 13 Comments