Worms! Our visit to the vet at which we expected the vet to say how well M.C. was doing was marred somewhat by her statement, “I am amazed at the amount of worms this poor little cat is living with!” and that scrape on his little face, ringworms. Yuk! Poor little worm ridden pussy. We came home and Q slathered his little face with a garlic/olive oil concoction. Can I tell you he didn’t like it? Q made him a homemade cat collar from the Cheerios box. Now that’s entertainment! After the follow up visit to the vet today there is a suspicion, only a suspicion mind you, that on the first visit he may have been given the deworming medication for HORSES! Do you think that has anything to do with that rearing motion he goes through before pouncing? I’m just sayin’.. He has now been properly medicated complete with a proper salve for his face, perhaps not more effective than the garlic but certainly less pungent.
There is a race on today. I went down to the big avenue to see the Start. Police cars, flashing lights, sirens, crowds – whoohoo! Maroc Telecom sponsors it and I only saw one woman…granted I did not stay to see all the runners. Running in this heat makes me tired to watch it.
1157 hrs local time
Alright now I know for sure and for certain I am in a patriarchal country! It was not the women wearing different degrees and styles of the djellaba (and there are some in completely contemporary dress) with heads covered, nor the sight of some women in the veil; as here it appears to be more a matter of choice (by degrees certainly). It was not the crowds of men seated in comradely fashion in the sidewalk cafés, with only the occasional woman here and there, whom you assume is a prostitute. It was not the prohibition against entering the mosque. It was not the lack of women in government, there are some. It was not any of the societal or cultural norms in Moroccan or Muslim culture. No, it was today when I entered the apothecary on one of the main streets and as I was waiting in line, I was practicing my right-thinking state of mind – right thinking, patience, kindness, and compassion. I looked up to see displayed on the counter – prominently – a cardboard cutout advertisement in bright colors hawking a cure for - erectile dysfunction! It was written in bold print, in both Arabic and French, complete with some sheikh chappy on a bloody throne smiling! There you have it girls – there were no signs of condoms, birth control, or bloody sunscreen in a country where the unemployment rate hovers close to 45%, the incidence of AIDS is increasing, and the summer temperatures reach 130 degrees; but yes Daddy, we have the stuff to keep your Johnny at full salute! I mean really, my giddy aunt!