It's time for some changes.
On Friday, Markus and Jennifer flew up to D.C. with Ellie and the two cats. From there, Markus carried on to Germany to visit family before traveling to Qatar (due there Feb. 1st). Jennifer and Co. stayed in D.C. to visit Jennifer's mom. Ellie is having a blast with her Mimi! The kitties will stay behind in Virginia with the Mimi until we can get settled in Qatar and have them shipped over...or until we find a good home for them here (whichever comes first).
On Monday, January 30, Jennifer and her dad will go see Dr. Jordan Berlin at Vanderbilt for a second opinion. Dr. Berlin was personally recommended and has an amazing pedigree (google him if you don't believe me), so we are very excited that he has agreed to see Dad on short notice. We are very concerned with the current state of Barry's (Jennifer's dad's) health. He has lost a lot of weight (and is continuing to lose weight) and experiences a lot of pain. His current doctor is not nearly proactive enough about these things (especially the pain), so we are hoping Dr. Berlin will give us a new perspective and hopefully a new game plan. Our wonderful family friend, Mary, will be coming along on the trip as well. She will be a great help to Barry during the traveling bit, and she and Ellie will have lots of fun while Jennifer and Barry see the doctor.
Today is Markus's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARKUS! We hope you have lots of fun with your family! We love and miss you!!!!

Markus got fed at The Shed on his last day in Mississippi.
Ellie wanted some too.

Ellie meets Uncle Bob.
Who knew facial hair was so fascinating?

black Houdini cat escapes to roof and surveys neighborhood

We realize that we have been posting relatively little until things are said and done. Unfortunatley, this defeats the purpose of trying to keep everyone updated on our comings-and-goings, which is the point of this blog, so...
This week has been a big one. Markus remained in New Orleans to be in our apartment as the movers packed us up for Qatar. This process took two (very long) days, and then today, a cleaning service came to tidy up. The house is clean, the door is locked, and it is our home no longer. After four post-Katrina months of having a New Orleans apartment we don't live in, we are no longer resident New Orleanians. Heavy sigh. We will miss it. New Orleans was always non-functional and often very third-world, but it's personality grows on you and we have a deep affection for it after our four years there. Alas.
Meanwhile...
Ellie and Jennifer have been in Houston tying up various loose ends. Although Markus still has work here until around January 20th (and will return here in a few days), Ellie and I are heading out tomorrow...going back to New Orleans and then back to Ocean Springs where Jennifer's dad is. His house was damaged by flood during Katrina (Ocean Springs is next door to Biloxi on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi). In the days that followed, he ripped out all the carpeting and insulation...but that's where the work stopped because he was diagnosed with cancer. Surgery followed, and now chemo...and the house is still a disaster. The foundation subsided in multiple places, the roof leaks despite the FEMA tarp, and the floors are nothing but bare plywood boards (between which one can see down to the ground). Insurance also provided for new drywall in the downstairs to eliminate possible mold, which hasn't become apparent but may well be growing inside. In the midst of all this, Jennifer's dad is going through chemotherapy and having the usual associated troubles with his health on a daily basis. We're very concerned about his environment on top of his health concerns, so Jennifer and Ellie are going to stay there for a while to help out. Jennifer plans to get the house repairs organized and started as soon as possible. An added bonus is her ability to keep an eye on her dad's meds and meals most days. Ellie, darling trooper that she is, will come along for the ride.
A very hard part will be a short-term separation of our family. Markus has to wrap up his work in Houston in the next few weeks, and he is expected in Qatar on February 1st. If our current plans work out, Jennifer and Ellie will only carry on to Qatar in a few months' time. We try not to think about this (too stressful and sad!). Anyway, the reason we're doing it is a very good reason, so that's what we cling to and we take the rest one day at a time.
And it all begins tomorrow.

It's amazing how things work out.
Two days ago, the moving company began packing our things in New Orleans, and I was so frustrated at the prospect of leaving things behind to save on volume. Two major items were our couch and lounge chair plus ottoman. They are bulky and we had talked of replacing them in the past, but being told by the movers that they wouldn't fit in the container for Qatar made me genuinely irritated.
Well...
Today, one of the packers (who is a very nice man) shared with Markus some photos of his house, post-Katrina. Water had covered his roof. When the flood receded, the structure was still standing and most of their belongings were still inside...but everything was irretrievably damaged. They lost everything they owned.
Markus gave him our couch and chair. A source of frustration and strain turned a thing of beauty.
In the words of Tiny Tim, "God bless us, everyone."

From our family to yours, we hope you had a wonderful holiday season!
May 2006 bring you happiness and peace!

Holy moly!
On Christmas, Jennifer received a digital SLR from her favorite Santa's helper! Let the photo madness begin!
(As you can see by the short sleeves, Christmas Day was a balmy 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Welcome to the South, y'all)

This past weekend, we snuck in a roadtrip to Austin, Texas...hooray! We had heard that Austin was a fun town, and now we can verify that for fact (in our opinion). ;) What a great weekend! We drove in Friday afternoon and out again on Sunday. While there, we discovered the quirky shops on South Congress, wandered two great museums and dined in some EXCELLENT restaurants (and you know it's all about the food as far as Jennifer is concerned).
On Friday, we explored a bit to get our bearings. The assistant manager at our hotel recommended Tex-Mex at Guero's on South Congress for a late lunch. Delicious! All we had was soup (saving room for dinner later), but we could tell the ingredients were very fresh and wonderfully prepared. Afterwards, we wandered the boutique-y shops along that street. We could tell how artsy and young the city is just from that one street. The shops were really fun to browse, with everything from vintage clothes to local art to western wear (more on that later). That night, we went the fine-dining route for a three course meal at the Driskill Grill...quite posh for a "grill" (maybe too posh for us, actually) but also delicious food. Markus can highly recommend the hazelnut creme brulee (claims it's the best he's ever eaten). They sat us at a table next to the Christmas tree so Ellie could appreciate the lights, but she slept through the entire meal. None of the other diners ever knew there was a three-month-old baby in the restaurant...what an angel!
Saturday morning, we toured the LBJ Presidential Library, which was incredibly well-done and covers a fascinating period in US history. Before our visit, we hadn't been aware of the sheer amount of ground-breaking legislation Johnson introduced from civil rights to arts to education. Incredible! VERY interesting museum and well-worth a visit if you are ever in Austin. Saturday night, despite the cold temps, we walked the city's Trail of Lights in Zilker Park. Though the weather was generally too cold to enjoy much of the outdoors, Austin really seems to have a lot to offer in that department. Rowing or paddling the Colorado River, jogging along Town Lake, playing in Barton Springs or Zilker Park...and Markus desperately wanted to cycle the winding hills of the posh neighborhoods overlooking the city. That night, we ate at the Castle Hill Grill, which was relaxing and casual with fabulous chow. The winning plate was the entree Meditteranean salad. YUM!
Sunday was our last day, but we made use of the morning by visiting the Harry Ransom Museum on the UT campus. They were hosting an Ansel Adams exhibit with over 150 of his photographs. Beautiful! They also own the first photograph (a heliograph) and a copy of the Gutenburg Bible as part of their permanent collections. Very impressive for a university museum. Must have some wealthy alums contributing there! And the last food recommendation...lunch at the South Congress Cafe. Their potato enchiladas are amazing!

Last fun little tidbit: Jennifer now owns a pair of cowgirl boots! She just couldn't resist the temptation. After all, one must have something to show for a short stint of living in Texas. ;)

Reflecting back on Katrina.
We've been using this site to keep friends and family more or less updated on our daily grind, but tonight, I need to pause for reflection on the storm that greatly influenced where we are now and what our daily grind has become: Huuricane Katrina. The average person on the street in an unaffected region seems to think Katrina is all over and done with now that the Gulf Coast isn't in the media anymore. Let me assure you, it's not. I was on the coast over the Thanksgiving week, and the devastation is still very real. Among the pictures you see here (taken about a month after the storm), two are from New Orleans in the Uptown area where we lived and the other three are from Ocean Springs, MS, the little town next to Biloxi where my dad lives. The stilts on the beach used to be the yacht club. The houses are pretty self-explanatory.
Over three months later, people are still trying to get their lives back in order. There are simple cases like ours. People have been displaced although their homes suffered no damage, and their lives are in limbo. The new place isn't home, but when home will be available again is unknown. The limbo is especially hard on kids, who abruptly left their school and friends in New Orleans to start over from scratch elsewhere; months later, they must transition again as parents bring them home to New Orleans once more. Their schools are there and open, but many of their friends and often some of their teachers will not be moving back. We will be moving out of the country in the next couple of months, but right now, we have two households: one very temporary-feeling on near Houston and another past-life home in New Orleans. Visiting that home over Thanksgiving felt very surreal, like stepping into a picture of where we used to live, seeing our "old" things ("old" because we don't have them now).
Our home in New Orleans was miraculously spared. Everything in our part of town is completely fine. It's amazing, especially when driving to it through areas that still look as ravaged as if WWIII had just happened there. New Orleans East was one such place. I never saw it on the news, but it still looks terrible. The place is deserted. The buildings are standing, but the windows and doors were blown out by wind and water. Trees are matchsticks. Cars at the defunct dealerships are covered in the grey film that indicates they had once been covered with water, their windows also blown out as if by a bomb. In areas like that (and all along the Misssissippi Gulf Coast), people have lost their homes and their livelihoods. Even those who were fortunate enough to have flood insurance face limited reimbursement. The maximum amount allowed is $250,000, and, as you can imagine, nice beach homes cost a lot more than that. Countless people are paying mortgages on homes that are no longer there. We heard awful stories about insurance companies denying obvious claims, the worst being a family who had only one pillar left where their home had once been and an insurance agent who said he'd have to get a structural engineer out to verify that the home couldn't be salvaged (what home?!). And then there are thousands who had no flood insurance at all and have had to start from zero, going from a home of their own to a FEMA trailer and some donated clothes. As time passes, there is a growing sense of frustration among those who just want to get on with their lives. Apparently, psychologists are defining a new type of post-traumatic stress disorder for Katrina victims, a type that sets in later and is conflicted, because one is still grateful for the positives while justifiably distressed about the negatives.
Despite all this, life goes on. One of the most pervasive sentiments that has remained in Katrina's wake is a general attitude of gratitude among the survivors. Even those who lost everything they owned are thankful not to have lost their lives. There have been too many kindnesses to number. As "displaced Americans", we have experienced generosity and genuine kindness that surpasses what one could have ever anticipated.
It's the holidays. It's the time of year when people feel more generous toward their neighbors, and we remember to be thankful for all that we have. During this time of reflection on the past year, we had to take a moment to ponder the storm that changed so many lives, including ours. She's not in the news much lately, but Katrina can still be felt on the Gulf Coast. May the new year bring peace and renewal to those affected most.

It's been several weeks of trying, but I finally caught her beautiful smile on camera! I even caught her grinning in her sleep. What a cutie pie! Ellie is three months old now. Somehow, it seems she's been with us for so much longer. What did we ever do without her (besides sleep through the night)?

Daddy-daughter time

Today, Ellie got a new place to play and nap.
Apparently, so did Oscar.

An update on Jennifer's dad:
Over the past weekend, Barry experienced some extreme pain, so extreme that doubling the dose of his prescription painkiller did little to help. Monday morning, he went to his doctor for a scheduled appointment (he was set to get his catheter for the chemo), and the doctor decided to admit him to the hospital to try to get the pain under control. He was given morphine, which unfortunately made little difference. Finally, they were able to isolate the cause of his pain (problems related, ironically enough, to his painkiller), switched him to a different drug, and VOILA! Much better within minutes. Hooray! This left Barry open to begin chemo without any further delays. He completed round one this Thursday and is home doing well (being vigilantly supervised by Mary and Donna). If the positive trend keeps up, he'll have a round of chemo every two weeks for six months. The battle with his cancer begins!

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!
We love you!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
These past three months have been the most intense of our lives. Starting with Katrina, life has been in almost constant upheaval and flux...but we have so much to be thankful for this year, and we want to take the time to acknowledge that! Though we are unable to return to our house in New Orleans, we do have a house in New Orleans. Our belongings were spared. Even the scooters are still there, untouched by flood or thief. Houston isn't our first choice for living environment, but we have a nice apartment there and wonderful friends who have lent us the necessary furniture to make it livable for the short run. Although Jennifer's dad didn't evacuate the Gulf Coast for the storm and his house was flooded, the damage was relatively minor given what could have been, and he has a safe home. The hospital he used on Keesler AFB was badly damaged, but soon, he will be able to begin the chemotherapy that his body badly needs to fight his cancer, so (although it will make him feel worse in the short-term) we are very thankful for that. Markus was able to spend some valuable time with his mom and sister recently, despite the circumstances. Jennifer and Ellie have been able to make multiple trips to Virginia to visit friends and family there. And Ellie...the most wonderful blessing of all!

Happy Birthday, Mimi!
We love you!

Dear Santa, I've been a VERY good girl! Love, Ellie

Also...
Happy Birthday, Aunt Ulla!

We have learned from family in Germany that Kurt Klingbeil, Markus's father and Ellie's grandfather (with us on our wedding day in the picture above), has passed away. This afternoon, Markus boarded a plane for Cologne. Unfortunately, Ellie and Jennifer could not join him (no passport or birth certificate for Ellie yet). Although Kurt has had numerous health issues over the past few years, he had been doing relatively well lately, and his death was unexpected. Kurt had a good and generous heart, and he will be missed. Take this opportunity to check in on friends and family, and let them know you care. If you're the praying kind, please keep Markus, his sister Ulla and his extended family in your prayers. Thank you!

The white smoke has risen.
The grey-haired men have reached a decision.
The word is QATAR!

What a trooper! Ellie had her 2-month shots today, four of them in total. Yowch! She was amazing. She didn't cry until injection #2, but for that and the remaining two shots, she was so unhappy that Jennifer got teary too. Ellie recovered well, though. She stopped crying before the nurse had even left the room and then slept for much of the day. Poor wee one, but what a trooper! If only Momma handled shots that well...
It's hard to believe she's already two months old, and she is growing like mad! She weighed in at 11 pounds, 7 ounces and measured 23.25 inches in length, putting her in the 75 percentile for her age. Big girl!

Still no word on our move, except that Malaysia is out of the running. Although we had listed that as our first choice, the head honcho in Brunei did some behind the scenes wheeling and dealing with Malaysia to get them to drop out of the fight for Markus. Brunei seems extremely keen on having Markus there, but so does Qatar...the battle continues. Given the lengthy time difference between the two, their hours for doing battle are limited. Who knows when we'll hear the final word?