Basboy’s Weblog

This is the second summer that I have not spent in Amman. I mean, I was there in January to see jido after the Kuwait trip, so it’s not exactly the city I am missing. I must admit that the summertime mini-family gatherings have had a special place in my heart. I liked that I was able to get together with members of both sides of my family, and be in a place that reminds of my childhood (what with the Arabic). I miss my little brothers (well, technically my cousins Mahmoud, Omar, Ali, and Abdalla), as well as my khalo Hassan. I also miss khalto Wafa’. I also miss my A3mam, though I was able to see them last August (occupied though they were).

I am stuck here in this heavily rained-in city of Toronto, lazing away my precious summer days doing next to nothing when I am not working. Its depressing, really. One of the real high points is when Leith-o shows up and wants to play with his “Mommo”- with his Baba in tow, unfortunately… No if only he would say more than one word at a time.