life as an ostrich
Posted by adiamondinsunlight on January 25, 2007
Rather ironically in light of the day’s events, the one post I had planned to write this day was titled (in my mind, at least) “life as an ostrich: head-in-the-sand pleasures of Beirut”.
I had intended to talk about the little things I love here, like my … shower curtain.
I’m a serious person – at times, edging toward dour. My shower curtains have always been plain: stark whites in luxurious fabrics. Grave curtains to match their grave owner.
When I shopped for a shower curtain for this apartment, I found something quite different. Perhaps this is what comes from shopping in Kuwait, where I found much of my apartment’s “detailing”.
In any case, my shower curtain here is light and witty, a heavy clear plastic covered in …. rubber duckies.
I have never had a rubber ducky. I never sang the song. But I love this shower curtain.
However, it turned out to be a difficult day to be an ostrich. From the Jund al-Sham this morning to the Mustaqbal/Amal/Hizbullah/meen kamen this afternoon, today seems to be a big step backward for this little land.
So tonight this curfewed ostrich will bury its head in work and journalists’ punditry about what the day’s events portends for tomorrow.