Over the last week-and-a-half, we were visited by some gorgeous migratory birds. We saw a few Eurasian Golden Orioles in our tree in the back yard. Their bright yellow markings of the male birds were a nice visual contrast.The boys have been in a state of flux this week. Quinn turned 15, and has received final confirmation that he's been accepted to Squaw Valley Academy. Rhyan is relishing the idea of being king-of-the-castle when we move to Kazakhstan. And Dusty is making peace with his new palatial dog kennel (he's self-medicating with Bacon Strips).
It has been very dusty in Kuwait for the last week, a very odd sort of dust, reminiscent of the air quality in Washingston and Oregon after Mt. St. Helens errupted. A fine, silt-like fog enveloped all of coastal Kuwait for nearly a week, leaving a murky layer of fine sand on everything. But this morning, we awoke to clear blue skies and the sparkling waters of the Persian Gulf.
Next week, the movers invade to pack our goods for transfer to Kazakhstan and California. Quinn won't be bringing much along with him. He's getting a whole new wardrobe for school...new uniforms as well as winter gear (for the first time in his life). Rhyan is thrilled to leave school uniforms behind, but is disappointed to not be able to wear his biker T-shirts to school. He can, however, dress rebel-like on the weekends.
The summer in California will be full. Far too much shopping will occur. Hopefully some fun can be scheduled. A day at Marine World in Vallejo, a ride on the Skunk Train out to Ft. Bragg, and an Independance Day picnic at Clearlake. Rhyan's advance birthday party is scheduled in August just before he leaves for Kazakhstan. He gets another one in Kazakhstan, to cement ties with his new classmates.
