8) Battery on 2%
Sep 14 2025 - Diary Entry #8
Technological issues today. Battery on 2%, I need to charge my laptop if I’m going to write. Realize that my charger is the North American one and I haven’t got the convertor with me. Decide to take my laptop downstairs and grab the charger. But I also need to save my work to the Cloud so that it doesn’t get lost for eternity in some unfortunate scenario. However, I need to connect to the WiFi which only has about a 3-5 metre range. I stand outside the kitchen with my laptop in my hand to get enough bars of WiFi to upload it. Ok. We are done. Laptop is charging now. Note to self: I need an extension cord and a European charger in my office set up in the Minzah. And an adequate way to make a morning qahwa. Coffee seems to be the only thing keeping me going these days. A caffeinated brain is a functional brain.
Did some of The Farm’s accounting yesterday with Mon Amour. We were up until 1am. All of 2024 is now up to date. 2025 we will have to get to perhaps in a week or two. Dozens of paper bills splayed out across the large office desk. All in French and some Arabic mixed in there too. Relatively easy to navigate but just time consuming and a bit of number crunching involved. We started in the afternoon, had a lamb kebab dinner with an avocado cucumber salad which was excellent, then carried on throughout the evening.
We are off to Fez today to fly to Barcelona. I’ve over calculated the time it will take to get there by a couple of hours in order to factor in unforeseen circumstances. The flight will leave on time, we just need to be at the airport. Ideally early so we can be relaxed and have something to eat beforehand. Hmid the driver will drive us there in his own vehicle, since we need to get our back bumper fixed. I don’t think his AC works too well, so I’ll expect to be sweaty upon arrival.
Mon Amour has eye surgery there. It is a life changing surgery I’ve told her. Being able to wake up in the morning and not see a blurry bedroom is a delight. I remember after my laser eye surgery a few years ago, once I had fully healed up and wasn’t requiring eye drops – I relished waking up. To see clearly. Pristine vision. And my prescription wasn’t even that bad at all pre-surgery. Just not having to think about glasses or contact lenses is a joy. Exercising, taking a hike, and now walking around the Farm glasses free will be a big relief for her. She is always correcting her glasses due to the forehead sweat that drips down her nose when out and about down working in the Azeba. The main farm compound with the stables and ‘clinic’ (place to treat sheep and where they give birth) and the hangars containing all the wheat and broad beans. Her glasses are her father’s. She put in her own prescription in the lenses. They look good on her. But she won’t need them anymore soon. I’ll suggest she keeps the frames and replace the lenses with normal see through glass. Or even turn them into sunglasses. I think she is attached to them. To wear a part of her father. It makes sense.
I inherited a part of her father too in the form of a couple of shirts that happened to fit me when we were all clearing out his closet together. Two really nice white ones and a blue one. A man can never have enough clean ironed white shirts. I’ve needed some for a while now. I feel honoured to wear them. I think Mon Amour will like seeing them on me.
Need to pack now. Another trip, another flight, another hotel room awaits.
