It's that time of year again. Leaves are falling, pumpkins are glowing, and Rob is off on a medical mission overseas. And lots of land. Whole continents even. He is going far this time, my friends, all the way to Dushanbe, Tajikistan. (That's in Central Asia, for those who aren't sure and who don't have time to click on the link.)
To be honest, I don't mind saying that I'm a little nervous about this trip. It's no secret that Tajikistan is not in a particularly stable part of the world. It sits above Afghanistan and, all things considered, it's not terribly far from Pakistan. And did I mention that Rob has his layovers in Istanbul? As in Istanbul (not Constantinople) Turkey? And there are a few Turks who are not really feelin' the Americans right now, if you know what I mean. Rob says he thought, in passing, about using his Really Campy Scottish Accent while traveling - the one that makes his Scottish mother, who has a beautiful real accent, shake her head - but he decided to wear a shirt with the Canadian flag instead. I jest. A little.
And let's not forget that I get to be the pregnant and exhausted Go To Parent for two weeks. Let the whining commence. Two weeks is not a long time, and we've been apart for much longer, but it's long enough to make me consider tranquilizers if I dwell on the whole thing.
But of course, it's not all bad. Rob gets to take lots of fun things into Tajikistan for children in an orphanage that his delegation is helping, and he will try to bring us something cool and exotic from Istanbul and Dushanbe. Even more anticipated than souvenirs, is the fact that my mom will be able to help me out on several days while Rob is gone. I am particularly grateful for her help during Francie's school Halloween party, where it is considered bad form if your mom falls asleep in the spooky punch bowl while serving your classmates. Whatever. I could totally pass for a zombie right about now anyway.
Posting may be sporadic or, even worse, all rant, all the time. I can tell that you are looking forward to that kind of thing. Hang with me, though -- if I know you are listening, I might be encouraged to curb my bad attitude. Then again, I might not. It's all one big crap shoot, my friends.
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