Flying to Amman with Zara: Most Memorable Journey 2009
Saturday, December 19th, 2009
The girl beside me, Zara, still crying, got off her phone when the stewardess told her for the second time that we were taking off. After a while she calmed down a bit, and started talking to us, and entertaining us with stories of her misadventures. Within 10 minutes of take off she was offering us candy, and gave some to the Americans too, who boldly asked for seconds. We took off with Zara firmly grabbing my arm. She explained that she always flew with her mom, and because of behaviour issues at school, was leaving her family in England for 9 months to stay with her grandparents in Ethiopia. She was not pleased with this idea at all.
When the plane took off the Americans said “aaaah”. I think that they are not used to flying. It was a definite contrast from the usual silent takeoff.
Zara fell asleep really quickly, and “Captain” and I were chatting, and listening to the Americans. One of them was very excited about having a new toothbrush for his trip. He was also very interested in chatting with all the stewardesses. He called them all by name, and asked one named Deepa where she was from, and was astonished that she could possibly be from London.
There was a bit of turbulence during the meal service and one American kept pushing the call button. Finally a stewardess came and was irate with his impatience. Apparently multiple pushing of the call button signals a serous incident, not a question about dessert. She was not charmed by his small talk or requests for seconds of cheesecake.
The rest of the flight was pretty smooth. Zara slept so soundly that we had to fasten her seat belt around her in preparation for landing. She woke up once speaking some foreign language to me and slept again. She grabbed my arm in her sleep, and woke up in time to say goodbye. We wished her well, and as we left we saw the American sneak into first class. Wonder how long Deepa let him stay there.
“Captain” and I had a good chuckle about how unusual that flight was, and how glad we were both there together. I wonder how Zara’s doing now….


More mad money was spent after a particularly crazy day this fall, when several friends and I went on a “wool run” to
So, although I may have an addiction to knitting, and I may spend a considerable amount of time at local yarn stores, patting yarn, and plotting out new project ideas, I feel completely justified in doing so. The money spent on wool is really buying hours of creativity, productivity, and relaxation. The finished product is more than just a hat or a pair of mittens, it is a collection of moments, of love, and warmth. In the grand scheme of things, I think it is a rather good addiction to have…..but then again, I’m biased!









I spent several afternoons with the screw driver assembling the shelves, and then with a bit of help got them anchored to the walls. For a while, I was more organized. But then it appears that the number of books I own has multiplied to fill these shelves.
This is my stash, or at least most of it. Doesn’t it look pretty? Without this shelf, it was all piled in boxes in various corners of my apartment. I have certainly gained more floor space with this stash storage shelf. Looking at all that wool makes me think I need to knit more….so there will be more room on those shelves to store other important things.





We ate, Egyptian style, half with fingers, half with spoons, or pita bread to scoop up the food from our bowls, and enjoyed the lovely view of the Nile. This is food that is very simple, from a world with no refrigeration. All ingredients are fresh, and in season, and cooked up with Captain Hamada’s family recipes. Go see him and his brother Ali on the felucca “Flower 2″ if you are in Aswan. His food is better than the near by restaurants. Tell him Rachel from Canada sent you 

