The weather in the world has been strange lately. Earthquakes in Iran, floods in Europe, and sandstorms in Qatar. Yes, sandstorms are strange even in the desert because they are a winter phenomena, not for summer time.
For many people, this is the chief compliant about Qatar: the weather. It’s pleasant enough eight months of the year but those four months from May – August are HOT. As in 40 degrees Celsius, 100+ degrees Fahrenheit hot. As in, you go outside and feel the flesh on your face shrink from the heat, flesh peeling hot.
As I used to say when I first moved here, Africa hot.
There is only one standard response this kind of heat evokes in people whether they are single, married, childless or parents. Driven inside by the oppressive heat, everyone comes to the same conclusion:
“There’s nothing to do here.”
Since the climate is so unlivable at the height of summer, no wonder most companies have a 25 day leave bank for employees. This number can rise as high as 45, depending on the institution. While American organizations still maintain the earn-as-you-leave-accural method, Qatar is one of the few places people can take the amount of leave they have accrued, say two or three weeks, and know their job will still be waiting for them. Thus the mass exodus every summer when families bundle away to grandparents, uncles, and aunts while singles hightail to exotic beaches while men from all over South Asian continue to wear blue overalls hanging from structures all over the country that continue being built.
It’s fashionable to complain about the weather without realizing that the very burden is the reason for the blessing.
What is your favorite complaint? Do you ever hear others settling into a familiar pattern of behavior?
My summer complaint has been the lack of mockingbirds in the area. It is far too quiet without the nightly cacophony of thousands of mockingbirds settling in. Meanwhile, my neighbor across the street has the satisfaction of not complaining about the bird noise this summer. Life always finds a balance 😉
That is the perfect example Carin! Thank you for sharing. And hope you enjoy the silence tonight :).
Too many obligations, too little time to write. Thats my current gripe.
What can I give up, is the question I have to ask myself when on a project. Usually it’s sleep or television… You’ve hit on the favorite gripe of writers Falguni!
I grew up in the desert in Western Australia. The sun was hot enough to melt our rubber flip-flops and cook an egg on a paint tin. We lived inside in the air-conditioning most of the time, but as children, we also swam in the local pool all the time. The summer also brought the cyclone season, instead of dust storms, we would get torrential rain and winds that meant anything outside had to be tied down or thrown out. Winter was much more bearable. Now I live in Tasmania, where the weather is temperate. No 60 degree days any more, it gets above 30 for about a week in summer, and winter lows are usually above freezing. I love the variability of it.
Life is ALL about perspective, isn’t it Sarah? Thanks for stopping by to join the conversation :). Wow your childhood sounds like a unique one.
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