You can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl, but how do you solve a problem like Maria? Isn't that really want we've all been pondering these many years. You probably could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl, but I don't think you'd want to. They might get tangled in their long robe and fall on you. That would be awkward.
Our PTA Iftar last night was really nice. The WD were pretty cool, but that's their only move (oh look, more spinning), so you wouldn't want to watch them for long periods of time. I am not sure how they do it without getting dizzy because they don't "spot" like a dancer would. They almost look like they go into some sort of trance, but then they stop suddenly without stumbling and falling like we used to as kids (or like an uncle Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named after too many drinkie poohs).
This weekend is there is a big party out at the Shell Club (as in Shell Gas). It's supposed to be the nicest one of the year, besides the galas. I'm just going because I heard chicken fajitas, and when they mentioned margaritas, they didn't hurt matters either. It's out in Mezze which is sort of a suburb of Damascus where a lot of Shell employees and other well-to-do people live.
And...can't leave a blog without mentioning cats! Habibi is back. The vet and I enticed her back in with canned cat food and mother's guilt. The vet went to Lebanon this week and picked me up a scratching pole and some little toys. Lebanon must look like one big Wal-Mart because people are always saying, "oh, I'll get that next time I go to Lebanon". Anything not found in Syria is sure to be in Lebanon. Anyway, Habibi is back, ready or not.
