Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Sports Anyone?

Almost everyone had the day off today to observe National Sport Day in Qatar, part of an ongoing movement here to emphasize physical activity. A day off for almost any reason is always welcome and this occasion was no different. After waking up and breakfasting, Vito and I played some Wii Resort Sports on the television, occupying ourselves until Angela emerged from the bedroom. You can see that our holiday was already in full swing.

While we were waiting, I took a break and signed up for beIN Connect, the local sports media provider, which would allow us to watch olympic events on the computer. I was feeling left out of the olympic action without a way to watch any of the games, so I caved and subscribed for one month of online service for $18 (approximately 67 QAR). Signing up was quite easy and, within minutes, Vito and I were watching men's halfpipe qualifying in Pyeongchang, South Korea. It seems like we will also be able to watch NBA basketball games and tennis matches from the tournament in Doha, otherwise unavailable.

People enjoying Oxygen Park on Sports Day.
Eventually, we motivated enough to get out of the apartment, loaded Vito's bicycle into the back of the CRV and drove to Education City where a number of activities were scheduled throughout the campus. The weather was fantastic with clear skies and a light breeze, and really couldn't have been any better. Vito ran into a friend and pedaled around Oxygen Park while Angela and I walked. I wanted to win a t-shirt by participating in one of the hosted events, but I ended up socializing with friends instead.

We ended our day by driving out the the Education City Golf Club, which looked deserted, and then returned home to while away the afternoon...

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A Year in the Making

The previous week was very dusty. In fact, the dust was so bad that baseball practice was cancelled on Monday.

Anyway, I finally posted the final entry about our trip to Myanmar last winter. It took me more than a year to finish—obviously, I put off completing it for whatever reasons—but an overview of our trip is finally ready for mass consumption. Now, to start writing about our trip to India in December...

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Back in the Swing

The spring semester started a couple weeks ago, and so far, so good. Vito's schedule keeps us busy: swimming on Sunday, baseball practice on Monday, trombone and wind ensemble lessons on Tuesday, theory and piano lessons on Wednesday, swimming again on Thursday, and a baseball game on Friday morning. I am the head coach of his baseball team this year so I'm more involved in those activities, as well. Also, Sunday through Wednesday, Angela teaches in the evenings, which complicates matters, but it doesn't pose an insurmountable challenge. Our only day without scheduled  activities is Saturday, but it often means we have to catch up with everything that we put off during the week, such as buying groceries. One good thing that you probably know about such a busy schedule is that it makes time pass quickly.

In any case, the new year is a natural time for renewal. Looking through my social media footprint from the past year and upon further non-technological reflection, it seems that my previous post about the difficulties of 2017 was not entirely accurate. I guess the foggy weather had clouded my ability to weigh the various elements accurately. Anyway, the tempest that reared its head at the end of last year has quieted for the time being and, to mark the transition to a new period, I have implemented a name change for the blog. I may update the blog just as infrequently, but I have always simply used my own name as the blog's title, and I thought I would try something new.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

One Fog to Another

The morning started with fog, the thick, white, billowy stuff of dreams, and lingered through the morning. Fog is not unusual here in Doha and not nearly as unusual as rain, but it is certainly not very common. I didn't know if it was a good omen or just another sign of the continued combustion, confusion and obfuscation of this year, but I looked at it positively. What other defense is there?

I can't divulge all of the difficulties of this year, but 2017 was hard on Marcacci & Co. My social media has not revealed much, and much was too sensitive for you run-of-the-mill e-stalkers, but this is about all you're going to get as a summation. Many of you (any of you?) know one part or another of the story anyway, but both Angela and I are glad the year is coming to a close. The one saving grace in this trying year is that Vito has done well at his endeavors despite the difficulties that his parents faced. I hope y'all had better memories. At least, we've all lived through them so far.

At night, the fog returned. It was nice to walk out in it. What's in store for the rest of this year? What's in store for the next one?

Thursday, December 14, 2017

In Some Small Moment

Fanar, Qatar's Islamic Cultural Center
Today was the last day of work before the winter break. I dressed and arrived at the office as usual. The ABP Student Services sponsored a Qatar National Day breakfast for the staff and we assembled at the appointed hour. I ate a chapati (a sort of thick Indian tortilla) breakfast burrito and drank two cups of karak (black tea with cardamom, milk and sugar). There were also National Day souvenirs to gather and I came home with a Fanar magnet. The Emir blockade t-shirts were too small or I would have grabbed one for Vito.

After breaking our fast, we milled about and visited with one another until grades were verified. It was the last day for one of my colleagues, Christine, who will not be returning in January so it wasn't an entirely festive occasion. Then we trickled out, most of us looking toward holiday travel plans. I had my own travel plans in mind, but the three of us will remain in Doha for another week before departing for Kerala, India next Friday.

After leaving the office, I went to get Angela and then we went to Vito's school to help with the National Day / Holiday party that was planned for his classroom. I put napkins on the table and served cake and juice. It was fun and we spoke with Vito's teachers and met a few of the parents of some of his classmates. We felt lucky that we had a chance to get involved with Vito at school.

Our day didn't end there: we ran some errands, picked up Vito when school ended, ran into some friends, spoke with all our parents and watched a double-session of Survivor before retiring to our bedtime rituals and sleep. These may not seem like incredibly memorable experiences, but I am always surprised at how much I forget. The more I write, the more I realize what I am leaving out, what will be forgotten. This is a small way to capture some of those memories. Perhaps you were there is some small moment.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Home Sick

I'm doing things today that I haven't done in agesor I haven't done them here. It would be great to stay at home and pursue whatever suits my fancy on a more regular basis, such as drafting this little blog ramble, but that is simply unrealistic. How did I find such time? I called in sick today with an actual evil cold.

Colds are evil. Last Thursday, Vito showed some symptoms of one, but it was mostly cleared up by Friday morning. I told him it was a kind of 24-hour bug. There were some coughing and sniffling side effects, but he didn't feel or look as whipped as he had on Thursday. Saturday night after dinner, I started feeling something creeping up on me in the form of an unpleasant sensation in my throat, and I assumed it would be similar to what Vito had contracted, but I was mistaken. My version is well-mired in its second day and looking at more. See? Evil.

When I woke up yesterday, my throat was scratchy and it was hard to swallow. I popped in a lozenge, grabbed a box of cold capsules and hopped off to work, as usual, but I should have stayed home. What started as mildly irritating only worsened as the day lengthened. In an effort to suppress my symptoms, I doled out additional doses of medicine, swilled ginger and lemon tea and nursed my tender nostrils with tissue after tissue, but nothing improved my condition. By the time I went to bed, I was a mess. When I woke up this morning, I simply moved from bed to couch, not feeling much better. I knew I would have to stay at home today. So that's where I am, standing at my upright desk contemplating evil.

After making coffee and eating a bowl of granola with blueberries, I swallowed a couple of smooth orange cold capsules, but the effects are wearing offtime to re-medicate. Angela went out to buy groceries and the house is quiet, but she'll be back.

Am I happy about sending an alternate lesson plan to work today instead of what I had planned? Something akin to busy work. Should I be sleeping instead of facing off against the computer. Should I be grading papers instead of blogging about my bug?

I really hate missing work—it's really more work to miss workand hope to be back at it tomorrow. My symptoms seem to be subsiding. A good night's rest should set me straight.