Noelliniz kutlu olsun! (Merry Christmas!)

I’m a couple of days late, I know. The sentiment remains the same and hopefully you all had great, happy, and perfect Christmases! Here in our happy little home we tried to just lay low and enjoy being together. Which we did, but we also had some craziness around here.

The day after Christmas we had all of our furniture traded out for newer versions of the same stuff (long story). While it was basically like moving in again (fortunately most of our stuff is in closets and not in drawers and such), over all we’re quite happy with the upgrades. Of course we did have to re-re-rearrange the way the guys set everything up, which meant some fun sliding and lifting.

And then we learned what I’ve always suspected about our Olive pup. She’s a big softy at heart, but if there’s a pigeon on our patio she could turn into a cold blooded killer. I’m pretty sure she just wanted to play, but after letting her out to scare a particularly stubborn one away I definitely had to clean up some feathers. If left to her own devices, I’m pretty sure there would be a “de-stuffed” pigeon on our balcony.

Most importantly, I finished (almost all) my Christmas knitting.  Mom got a hat (sock yarn from Germany) and scarf (found bought-by-weight cotton blend), Dad got a hat (bulky wool), Sister got a triangle shawl/scarf (Brooklyn Tweed wool), MKD got fingerless gloves and a matching hat (DC local sock yarn), and Mr. Awesome got a herringbone knit scarf (cashmere blend).  All were also promised socks.  Eventually.  Now I have to get started on what will now be CMR’s Valentine’s shawl since her yarn took forever to get here (and even held up Mr. Awesome’s yarn!) but it so beautiful that I forgive her… plus, I picked the color so it is my fault after all.  Lesson learned?  Tell Jimmy Beans Wool to ship as it comes in and not hold to ship all at once.

Hope you got everything you wanted and needed!  Merry Christmas to all!


Eşyalarımız nerede, kanka?! (slang, roughly: Dude, where’s our stuff?!)

So perhaps more of an American slang saying than a Turkish one, but I think it’s fun and very appropriate right now to translate roughly to Turkish anyway.  [Please correct me if my translation is really rough and doesn’t make sense by the way.]

Where on earth is our stuff?!  That is the question.  We’re pretty sure we know where some of our stuff is.  You know, the stuff that was supposed to be waiting for us here before we even left Sarajevo.  Obviously it was not.  Instead it was sitting in a storage unit in Sarajevo until we started harassing people about it last week… so now we have been told it has arrived and will begin it’s wait in Turkish Customs.  Let’s all hope that it doesn’t take as long as the worst case scenarios we’ve heard.

That stuff was the stuff I assumed I’d have within two weeks of being here.  It has now been three and I am so so so sick of the ten articles of clothing (not counting undies, I brought lots of those to be on the safe side… but why am I telling you this?) I brought with us.  First, the jeans are useless in this heat.  As are the three long sleeved shirts I brought “just in case”.  And my work out clothes?  What was I thinking there?! (Okay, actually I was thinking that I was teaching up until the day before I left Sarajevo so it made sense, but still… if I had to trade my running pants for an extra tank top — I’d do it.)  Needless to say, I probably need to go buy new clothes so that I can throw away the three shirts I’ve been wearing in constant rotation since, oh, say July 3rd.

And if you haven’t figured it out: this means LOTS of laundry.  I hate doing laundry…

As for the rest of our stuff — DUDE!? — we have no idea.  We’ve been given an estimate of tomorrow or Monday for it to be ‘here’.  In the vague sense of the term… here could mean Turkey, Ankara, not the Balkans, etc.  We’re not really sure.  We also aren’t sure about the estimated time of arrival, but we’re both holding onto the hope that it really will be here (as in Ankara) in the next few days and released by customs in the next few weeks.  Preferably less than two when our first (hopefully) house guest will be coming for the long weekend.

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