Saturday, May 07, 2005
The Journey...August 22, 2003
This journal entry comes very late...8 months after the last one. I was so busy working that I was only able to jot down thoughts in pieces and poems in other books and scraps of paper. However, it fills in the holes anyhow, and then continues...
August 22, 03
Wow, it's been awhile. The paperwork took a long time, but it came through. We took it to Cairo & got permission from the American Consul for me to marry an Egyptian and with many forms, documents, pictures, witnesses & signatures, we were married OFFICIALLY on May 7th, 2003. I am very pleased with my husband. He grows more beautiful to me every day, and I really would be lonely if anything ever happened to seperate us. We have developed many cute and unusual names for each other, but I will keep them in myself.
EAS has finally irritated me to the point of leaving. The pay was behind almost a month. They keep saying, "feesh fuluus" (no money), but the man in charge has 2 wives & can afford to take vacations while his teachers haven't been paid yet--so "feesh fuluus" my ASS! Too much BS in this school. The construction is so bad, the building isn't finished yet, but the parts that are done are constantly being repaired. No piano, no music, no instruments, no copier, and they worry about why the students are behind other schools...anyhow.
I start at ALS at the end of the month. Pay is guaranteed every 4 weeks. There is a music room & a piano and music and I get to audition the students for a choir AND I'm in charge of the programs. It's a big job, but I think I will enjoy it.
We are working on Karim's visa, but B--is supposed to send us the taxes for 2000 & 01 but he's lost one of them (he's not sure which one (he's lost) yet). E-- will be our joint sponsor because I don't make enough. I hope to be in the states w/my lovely husband by Christmas!
August is hot & humid!
Evening:
Opened my e-mail today & found a letter from Mom explaining that Jess, while visiting Grampa, broke into the neighbors house, started a fire in their trash can & went through the lady's purse. This has bothered me very deeply...Is it because I left? Is it a gene that I've passed on? Was I THAT bad of a mother? I wish I could explain it--but right now I can't and it is hard for me to deal with. So, what now?
August 22, 03
Wow, it's been awhile. The paperwork took a long time, but it came through. We took it to Cairo & got permission from the American Consul for me to marry an Egyptian and with many forms, documents, pictures, witnesses & signatures, we were married OFFICIALLY on May 7th, 2003. I am very pleased with my husband. He grows more beautiful to me every day, and I really would be lonely if anything ever happened to seperate us. We have developed many cute and unusual names for each other, but I will keep them in myself.
EAS has finally irritated me to the point of leaving. The pay was behind almost a month. They keep saying, "feesh fuluus" (no money), but the man in charge has 2 wives & can afford to take vacations while his teachers haven't been paid yet--so "feesh fuluus" my ASS! Too much BS in this school. The construction is so bad, the building isn't finished yet, but the parts that are done are constantly being repaired. No piano, no music, no instruments, no copier, and they worry about why the students are behind other schools...anyhow.
I start at ALS at the end of the month. Pay is guaranteed every 4 weeks. There is a music room & a piano and music and I get to audition the students for a choir AND I'm in charge of the programs. It's a big job, but I think I will enjoy it.
We are working on Karim's visa, but B--is supposed to send us the taxes for 2000 & 01 but he's lost one of them (he's not sure which one (he's lost) yet). E-- will be our joint sponsor because I don't make enough. I hope to be in the states w/my lovely husband by Christmas!
August is hot & humid!
Evening:
Opened my e-mail today & found a letter from Mom explaining that Jess, while visiting Grampa, broke into the neighbors house, started a fire in their trash can & went through the lady's purse. This has bothered me very deeply...Is it because I left? Is it a gene that I've passed on? Was I THAT bad of a mother? I wish I could explain it--but right now I can't and it is hard for me to deal with. So, what now?
