05-JUL-A-8
DELIVERY OF
THE NEW MASTER BEDROOM SUITE FROM HECHT’S, I PRE-PAY AZERBAIJANI TRIP,
AND SCRAMBLE
FOR FURTHER ARRANGEMENTS
(STILL
WITHOUT PASSPORT OR VISAS),
A MORNING
BOAT TRIP TO FISH OUT OF THE MAGATHY RIVER INTO THE CHESAPEAKE BAY, PICKING UP
SURGICAL SUPPLIES FOR THE MISSION
FROM
CROFTON, MD, THE
A WET RACE RUN
IN A DELUGE,
AND FURTHER
WITH
PRE-SUBMISSION OF ELDP PAPERS
IN LAST
MINUTE PRE-DEPARTURE SHUFFLE
OF
COMMITMENTS AND TICKETS
July 17, 2005
I am now in
a pre-departure scramble, having re-ticketed both trips to
So, it would be better that I not have that to deal with, since I was asked if she would be with me at all times to watch out for her—“No.” She would be in a group of two dozen with a lot of people looking out for her, since as a freshman she would not be very useful in a surgical mission, but I will obviously have to turn my attention to other needier people for much of the mission. This “pre-screening” may unfortunately eliminate the only GWU input into the mission, except for a non-working contingent that is coming over to sign an agreement in principle to affiliate with GWU—the kind of “MOU” (Memorandum of Understanding” that involves a three-day trip on the part of administrators who never get their hands dirty but have a great time in frequent travels, while the workers of the world have to deliver the goods.
I went to the Azerbaijani Embassy
after a struggle finding it on Friday (following a heroic effort on Chris Tate’s
part to try to hook up the phone cable to the laptop computer so that I might
have a phone connection for emailing—the fourth failed attempt at getting the
right cable and software to make this advertised feature actually work). There
was no hope for my visit there, since I still do not have the renewed passport
with the blank pages, although it was submitted for renewal in early June. In the space of only a couple days it needs
to get two visas, probably impossible.
But, George Sevich asked me to help in retrieving the passport and visa
form a fellow named Steve Rush, who is going to hunt Tur in Azerbaijan just
before me, and after a scramble that involved being kicked out of the embassy
to the Consulate, which is only open from 10:00 am to 1:00 PM on the days they
find appropriate to work—and then require three working days to stamp the visa
into it after cashing the forty dollar certified check. The same process is necessary for
I am going through
So, I met George in the shopping area where we had previously met in a store called Galyan’s, no longer Galyan’s but Dick’s, and he got the ammo as I handed him all my itinerary and the check for the whole of the hunt. His son joined us as we hade a seafood dinner at Joe’s Crab Shack. I will be there in Azerbaijan from July 25 through August 5 in accommodations I do not yet know, but the TV cameraman will be there through this period and we will do some exploring as well as some “climbing and cultural” footage to accompany the time of our hunt, in which I am told the conditions are so unusually right that I should hold out for a trophy, since there are many of the Tur, and few have hunted them. But, it will be my “summer vacation” in the high country, following a hot humid period of homemaking here in Derwood, interspersed with long runs in the area, one of which was an unusual race last night.
I got out before dawn on Saturday morning, in the unusual season of the increasing and extra-early tropical storms (we are already up to the “E’s” of “Emily” for named Hurricanes, and it is not yet half way through July, when the September Hurricane Season is still in the future.) This has meant that there have been very stifling high humidity days, interspersed with heavy rain thunderstorms. My first job on getting home to Derwood is to go around picking up all the storm-dropped downfalls, one of which dropped a log right into the hammock! The drenching we have been getting followed by only two days the water-proofing and staining of the decks and picnic table and the setting out of the new park bench made of cast iron and treated wood—sop the timing has been good on that part of the home improvements. The next part would be the delivery and assembly of all the heavy new purchases to totally overhaul the as yet unfinished Master Bedroom—no longer a Store Room.
I was gone, but left the house open and unalarmed, for the assembly of the large “Vintage” bed with a leather embossed headboard, split box spring and special mattress, and the “bed in a bag” set of shams, comforter, sheets and pillow cases to go with the new pillows bought for it. The end table is a nice piece of furniture and goes well with the chest of drawers my Father made, which is now also all waxed up and shining. The new lamp form Great Indoors with the “Primrose Sprig” green shade that matches the paint décor is parked on it. It looks too classy to be used!
I went through
I left from the
I then drove off through the rural
“Davidsonville” on the
And I do mean DIRECTLY poured on me! I drove home and stocked up the medical mission store room, then changed into running shorts to go over to the Rockville Twilighter benefit race. It looked like the rains had just done all they could in pouring down upon my return trip form the Bay. A bit of sun came through breaks in the clouds, as I ran around Derwood admiring the Transformation of the rooms my sisters had worked on earlier and now appear to be nearing completion. When I got my packet pickup at the start, people were strolling and enjoying the first cooling breeze of another seasonal hot time in summer in the city.
At the 8:40 PM Twilight race start,
I ran out through the neighborhoods of old historic
This year as I approached the three mile point, the spattering came down hard. Sheets of water hit the runners hard as we splashed through puddles. I looked ahead only to see the water coming at me. At the start/finish line they had canceled the festivities and called off the party telling the crowd to go to shelter in the parking garages. But, you can cancel a race before the start, but cannot call back the runners once they are under way. Our gang was gone and digging in between police lines and making for the finish. I made it through he finish (no flash of photos since the cameras were all under wraps) and scored through my chip on the mats. A few very bedraggled spectators were still there, and all the food lines had been pulled under the covering arches, but the party was over—evident by the beer trucks having been packed up and sent away. It was actually cooler and more pleasant than the hot humidity that preceded the rain, and the runners did a lot better in the rain –but it is better now than in November to have such an amphibious running experience!
Now, I am going to meet with Haile Mezghebe to parcel out the surgical supplies among whomever he has who is going not discouraged by a group of over-protective ignorant families. In fact, Haile is likely to go to Eritrea in eighteen months permanently after a long career at Howard University and may be one of my continuing links to that nation as a site for surgical rotations, much better as an association than yet another “MOU” that is singe d and filed among a dozen free riding administrators, but real worker bees who will actually DO something with these affiliations.
They are calling for 100* temperatures this week, as I scramble through the final pre-departure details. Derwood is looking resplendent just as I leave it. The weather may be helped out from the impending hot and humid wave by the coming southern storms from hurricane residuals. Whether this is global warming or just the result of this “Kali Yuga” at the end of a ten thousand year post-ice age, there is a changing weather pattern notable form the days of my youth, admittedly at a more northerly clime, but here, that summertime is also pleasurable as I have seen it on the Bay and in the piedmont Derwood woods, and even on the streets of Rockville, all this weekend. I will remember these events from today’s “Heat Advisory” come the bleak and barren periods of February—but then I will be freshly returned from the tropical mountain rainforests of Mindanao, so I may not be the m reliable Stay-At-Home witness of such events!