from the vault
The Foreign Service roller-coaster tends to rush from one crisis to the next, the workload at times threatening to overwhelm before suddenly dissipating into a lull. With the electoral commission declaring a victor in last week’s presidential vote by the slimmest of margins, and his main rival vowing to fight the decision in court, we’ve had a chance to catch our breath and focus on other things for a change while the whole country awaits the outcome of the court case.
People who had seemingly dropped off our radar all of a sudden resurfaced. One of these was a couple we had met a handful of times through friends. The last time we saw them we learned that they had house-sat for the vet from whom we had adopted Emmie shortly after she had taken in Emmie and her abandoned litter mates. Their mother had been hit by a car when they were a week old, and this couple spent several weeks bottle feeding and taking care of the puppies.
They promised to send us some pictures of “Helga,” the unfortunate name by which our puppy was known before we took her in, but with the impending elections most people had other things to worry about and we had nearly forgotten about the promised pictures. So we were pleasantly surprised when the long-awaited email arrived this week.
The more things change, it seems, the more they stay the same.